The Eye of The Beholder || Diana & Caitlyn
Diana drew he coat tighter as she approached the town. The night was cold, s thin layer of snow dusting the ground. She hated nights like this. She liked to dawdle in the moonlight, appreciate it’s subtle glow, but the icy air pricked at her skin causing her to hurry on her way.
As she approached the gallery the silver glow changed to garish orange of the streetlights. This was not the way she would have chosen to spend her evening though she couldn’t say she was disappointed - unless of course she had been landed with an imbecile.
Some quick research had shown her than the evening was being sold as one of ‘Sculpture and Seduction’. The title denoted an eyeroll but she was willing to give it a try though she highly doubted that there would be any forms of seduction taking place tonight.