Rose looked over the expanse of her living room again, careful to not leave any traces of her usual mess behind. That was the last thing she wanted to experience, having visitors and having them trip over some wool, paper and a few misplaced novels, even if the so called visitor's name was Strider. Straightening the long black skirt around her waist, and folding up the sleeves of the shirt that accompanied it, she glanced at the mirror that was placed against the wall, briefly eyeing herself in it. Yes, she looked as poised as she was expected to be, and with a quick smile she walked over to the door of the closet, the heels of her shoes clicking against the white stone floor. With a subtle movement, she locked the closet (In which she threw all the loose items in, but no one needed to know that) and placed the key on the black cupboard.
Spotting Frigglish, she smiled, picking up the black cat and snuggling it briefly. The cat purred, pleased at the attention, and Rose let herself indulge in the warmth for a moment. It wasn't like anyone was watching her. Perhaps she should prepare some wine glasses, but to be honest, she could do that once he arrived as well. Would he judge her? She doubted that somehow, but of course the feeling was always somewhere in the back of her mind. The chances that she was judging herself were so much higher.
