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Post by FIORELLA MORIETTI on Jan 10, 2010 17:43:23 GMT -5
Fiorella sat quietly, unbelievable yes, but not impossible, on her seat not far from the bar and yet not all closed off in the corner like many shady characters you read in books or see in films. It was always better to be somewhere where many people could catch glimpse of you that way you achieved a lot more compliments or glares. Either was good for Fiorella, she enjoyed all attention whether it be good or bad because either way she was still in their mind whether they liked it or not.
The seats were comfortable, but enough as comfortable as the ones in the school but it was no time to be picky, she couldn’t just complain because of the uncomfortable chairs that would be impractical and just a waste of time because they wouldn’t do anything about it. But though there was an inkling thought in Fiorella’s mind whether or she should just complain anyway just because she could.
Fiorella was at the restaurant alone, though she enjoyed her butler waiting on her hand and foot she did find his attitude to be most annoying. Plus running away from him was funny because his reactions were always amusing to her. It wasn’t a lie to say Fiorella didn’t have a cruel sense of humour, but neither was it the truth, she was only amused at certain peoples negativity., one being her butlers. Of course she cared for him like any of lady would she just also loved to pick on him, like a big brother.
The waiter soon came over with his pen and paper, though Fiorella was still not hungry so instead she ordered a drink, non alcoholic.
Tagged: Open
Outfit: White summer dress, with long creme trenchcoat.
Notes: >_<..Small post
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