[In that half hour, Devon was able to freshen up and make herself look what she hopes is close to human being status to her new in-law and fiance. Hair is combed and untangled, looking soft and airy around her shoulders. Face is washed, clean, with a fresh application of minimal makeup.
Just look presentable sweetie. You don't have to gussy it up all the time, but you do have to look sharper than you would here. And you know everyone says that you clean up quite nicely. Devon remembers her mother's advice and tries to take it to heart when it comes to choosing her clothing; white button up blouse, black pencil skirt, black stockings, pumps... God was she dressing up for an interview?
When she's finally done, she walks outside where the grey hound is waiting, smiling at it, but then blinks in surprise when he barks when called for. Automatically, she follows it to the exit and from a distance she freezes when she sees him.
Breathe.
Devon takes a deep breath and opens the exit. Time to face the music. Strangely, her heart isn't beating as fast as she thought it would. Not out of a sudden burst of feelings (that would be silly, that only happens in other stories), but rather, a sense of calm washed over her the moment she set eyes on James Aubel. Perhaps it was a good foreboding. She waves from where she is as she makes her way over to the gazebo and to the start of her new life.]
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Just look presentable sweetie. You don't have to gussy it up all the time, but you do have to look sharper than you would here. And you know everyone says that you clean up quite nicely. Devon remembers her mother's advice and tries to take it to heart when it comes to choosing her clothing; white button up blouse, black pencil skirt, black stockings, pumps... God was she dressing up for an interview?
When she's finally done, she walks outside where the grey hound is waiting, smiling at it, but then blinks in surprise when he barks when called for. Automatically, she follows it to the exit and from a distance she freezes when she sees him.
Breathe.
Devon takes a deep breath and opens the exit. Time to face the music. Strangely, her heart isn't beating as fast as she thought it would. Not out of a sudden burst of feelings (that would be silly, that only happens in other stories), but rather, a sense of calm washed over her the moment she set eyes on James Aubel. Perhaps it was a good foreboding. She waves from where she is as she makes her way over to the gazebo and to the start of her new life.]