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 Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:46 pm
Teanna smiled thinly at the invitation and refrained herself from asking the girl why it couldn't have simply been sent in the mail. She supposed it would have been far to easy to not go, and this 'Amelia' seemed intent on making an impression. The words were on the tip of her tongue ready to tell this newcomer to find another whore to buy for the sake of her own popularity, there really were too many people out there that would just love to have the Westwood name on their guest list, but she remained silent. It took her quick mind but a moment to decide that she would, in fact, attend.
Her master needed a meal to strengthen her for her journey through hell and Teanna would provide it. "A night to remember indeed."
She said nothing else, simply hung up with a definitive click and stood. She had a party to buy a dress for and she knew the perfect woman to call to come with her. Nimble fingers dialed the number to Constance Ashford's charity line, which she remembered from her perfect memory, and awaited an answer.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:54 am
Temporary Quarters
As Miss Westwood had hung up after only reassuring her of something she knew to be something delightful, she put the phone down and returned to her quarters to fix herself up. The house was only two days from being complete with everything. Then it would take her the remaining days to make the property and all social areas, inviting. Food had to be made and so a cater had to be called.
So many things to do, so little time. Amelia sighed with thought of Jason, her toy. The scent of a wild evening still lingered in the air. She would need this little house cleaned and the yard down. She pulled out her little address book from within the lamp desk and pulled picked up her phone once more to make calls.
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