FOR: @varden-lefebvre WHEN: Three days before Christmas, 2025. WHERE: Varden's House.
"You're a hard man to get alone these days." Odile had all but walked through the door, her dress picked purposefully, as she always did when she found herself in Varden’s presence. Dark, restrained, sparkling to represent that she was never ordinary. Bold, she guessed.
Accompanying the dress were red diamonds. Statements, as she often made when she wanted to make an impression. Odile was off to a socialite event in a few hours, and she'd dressed early to make sure she had enough time for this.
"Promise not to keep you too long," The gift lay neatly tucked away in her bag. Modest in size, impeccable in wrapping. It was her forte, after all. Odile was a self-proclaimed master gift-giver. "Consider this a Christmas courtesy."