“You know I think you look like an old room mate from the back of your head. I was about to pull on that lovely silk robe and then I stopped myself like a proper lady.” A grin fell over her lip as she sought conversation where she could find it. “And I’m sure you should be thanking me for that.”
Marlene needed to talk, needed to be busy. Nights like these were difficult. She knew her family was probably somewhere in the room. She knew her mother was probably sat at some table thinking how radiant her oldest would have looked, thinking how her oldest would have thrived and made conversation and connection. Her brother was probably in deep debate like their father. Wherever they were, they were thinking of Carys - not Marlene. “But to be fair, darling,” back to rambling with drunken delight, “you really do look quite a lot a like.”
where: ministry gala