Nov 2, 2015
@mugennomajo
“Beatrice, dearest!”
The sickly smile that was plastered on the woman’s face seemed almost plastic -- almost. Anyone who knew her well enough would know that this was the closest her face would ever get to a kind expression. Closing the book she was holding with a snap, Ultimecia set it down on a table and turned towards the door, her dress sweeping over the marble floor.
“It’s been a while since you’ve visited, darling. Were you on a trip? Or perhaps you simply couldn’t make the time. Don’t worry, I understand perfectly.”