"The trip went well, thanks for asking. But look at you, Annunfuiniel - always so elegant!" Isilmė shakes her head, a bit envious. "How do you do that, I wonder?"
For a moment she feels terribly ashamed of her shoes and non-existant hairdo. She should really try to start acting more like a grown-up! She takes a sip of the champaigne and suddenly remembers something. "By the way, where is that escort of yours? Bruce wasn't it?" She asks innocently, although she has already heard the rumours...
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