Guernica Black was perfectly capable of arranging her own dates. She was actually more than capable of screening young men before she want on dates with them, as well, evidenced by the fact that she had not had a scandalous boyfriend to date. (She had only had one boyfriend to date, one serious one, but he was so far from scandalous that she thought her parents ought to have been confident in her decision-making abilities enough to let her be.) She dated, casually, but she was far more interested in pursuing her solitary hobbies and powering through her degree so that she could begin to do something with her life that she would enjoy, so serious relationships were simply.. a peripheral thing to her. Certainly, if they happened, that would be fine enough, but she wasn't going out of her way looking for them.

Her mother, however, seemed to have other ideas. Apparently twenty years old was high time to have a serious boyfriend on the fast track to a good life, and she knew just the person. Just the person. He came from a good family, he was presently on his way to becoming a doctor, and for all intents and purposes, he seemed absolutely perfect for her. Angelica Black wasn't expecting Guernica to fall head over heels during the first meeting, but she did expect her daughter to put forth an honest effort and at least date Paul Wyndham for a while if he wasn't violently opposed to her.

Had Guernica gotten wind of this plan before it was in motion, she would have firmly denied it. She had her hands full with orchestra, ballet, and volunteer obligations at the library, and that aside, she really wasn't all that interested in going on a date at the moment. However, her mother had arranged everything before she'd even known it was happening, and she could hardly call to cancel now that everything was in motion. That would be beyond rude, more than a little bit unclassy, and it was certainly not the sort of behavior Guernica Black exhibited.

That in mind, she arrived at the specified restaurant five minutes before the arranged meeting time. Because she didn't drive, she could always count on being exactly where she wanted whenever she wanted -- the family chauffeur was so reliable -- and so as she stepped out of the car, it was with a completely polished appearance. She'd chosen a simple but flattering dress, one that ended at the knee and had a cinched waist; it had the advantage of making her appear both slimmer and provided her with a more appealing figure in general. Her hair was carefully groomed, clipped back from one side of her face with a tasteful ornament to match her bracelet, and her heels were modest enough to still be tasteful while providing her a few inches in height.

It was, actually, her Standard Date Outfit. She looked polished, presentable, and completely in her element.

Once inside the restaurant, she indicated that she was joining a man named Paul Wyndham, and was led to the table. Along the way, she carefully schooled her expression into one of ease and good humor.

No matter how annoyed she felt by her mother's meddling, after all, she still had to make a good impression.