The invitations had made their way about to the three other Nosferatu worthy of an invite. Would the others note those who had not been invited? Jennifer wondered.
Jennifer waited for her Family to gather in the Caldarium. Jennifer sat facing the painting of the ruined Caldarium, a gift for the nosferatu. Jennifer studies the painting, her eyes lighting on new details that she has not noticed before.
Jennifer dresses casually tonight: a dark brown slip dress. A green thick cowl was loosely worn, exposing the grievous wound to her neck that Jennifer's sire had given her. Jennifer's flats were already slipped off, baring her feet.