Where the Rich Live

Kaia's attention went back to her cheek as Alaric went to get their warm drinks. She started poking at the mark on her cheek like a child would when you tell them not to. "Damn girls..." She mumbled to herself. After a short while later, Alaric came out with two coffee cups with lids. She thanked Alaric for her drink and took a sip. "You ordered it just how I like it." She said as she smiled back at Alaric.

Then they started their way back to the mansion once again. Kaia thought for a moment as she remembered what she had bought. "It's fine, but um... let's see... I found a nice day dress, a T-shirt and shorts for when the weather is hot, jeans for the cold weather, and just working cloths in general." She stopped to take a sip of what was left of her drink. "So... nothing fancy or anything."

I simply smiled as I took each cufflink in one hand and fed them through to their places in Miss Felicia's sleeves at the same time, a little trick I picked up while working for a tailor.
"Before I forget," I added, snapping the cufflinks into place, "Your father is curious as to if you plan on changing your mind on the thought of marriage, and has said he wishes an answer. Dare I inquire on the subject, or shall I keep mum about it from now on?" Bear mind that at this point I had no concern about my standing in my job, but merely the best interests of my Mistress at heart. As I awaited her answer, I took care of a few spots she had gotten loose on her outfit, and tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear while adding on a few light touches of powder to accentuate her already beautiful face without making it look like I was masking anything. By the time I was done thirty seconds later, she looked like a goddess, with one heavenly valet to match.

Felicia watched Darius intently as he snapped her cufflinks into place. She should probably start dressing more like a young woman, god knows her parents would be pleased if she did. "Before I forget, your father is curious as to if you plan on changing your mind on the thought of marriage, and has said he wishes an answer. Dare I enquire on the subject or shall I keep mum about it from now on?"

Felicia let her shoulders sag a little while Darius fussed over her. Marriage? Already? For crying out loud she was only eighteen. Darius pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and powdered her face. Felicia crinkled her nose slightly, the powderpuff tickling somewhat. Felicia had no idea how Darius knew all this stuff about makeup or what colours suited her and which ones didn't, but she was glad he did. "He's still going on about marriage?" She asked, a little disappointed her father hadn't let the subject drop, "Well, you can tell him that I'm in no hurry to settle down. In the highly unlikely event I find someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with, I will let him know. Until then, I have no desire to enter into an engagement." She knew she should probably tell him herself, but anytime Felicia and her father had a conversation, it almost always escalated into an argument, something Felicia found exhausting and a little saddening, "It's the twenty first century for crying out loud, hardly anyone gets married at eighteen anymore."