"Lovely," Margret smiled, gesturing for them to follow her upstairs, pausing to ask one of the servers to bring up a tea tray.
She led them through a small sitting room, to the bedroom, then into a large closet that also served as a dressing room. It was as big as a high end boutique, with a few plush chairs and a table.
The instant she was inside, Margret removed her shoes and sat down.
"Valentine, be a love and fetch my silver flats?" she asked.
"Which ones? You have a million bloody shoes," Val replied, pulling a face.
"The pretty ones, obviously." she replied, before turning her attention to Jag. "Sit, Jag. Tell me what you do for a living," she smiled as Val rolled his eyes and started to look through the racks of shoes.
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She led them through a small sitting room, to the bedroom, then into a large closet that also served as a dressing room. It was as big as a high end boutique, with a few plush chairs and a table.
The instant she was inside, Margret removed her shoes and sat down.
"Valentine, be a love and fetch my silver flats?" she asked.
"Which ones? You have a million bloody shoes," Val replied, pulling a face.
"The pretty ones, obviously." she replied, before turning her attention to Jag. "Sit, Jag. Tell me what you do for a living," she smiled as Val rolled his eyes and started to look through the racks of shoes.