Cecily waited with a prim sort of dignity for her friend to get up and submit herself to their afternoon. She fought down the urge to assist Ayleta with the brushing off of dirt and various other unknown substances from her clothes, knowing that touching Ayleta without her knowledge or consent would not be taken well. She bit her lip, and trotted after her friend in the direction of the decrepit elevator, only half listening to the girl’s demands. Ayleta could demand all she wanted, everyone could, but deep down, Cecily knew she would now only answered to herself. “Oh fine!” she replied airily. “Whatever makes you happy and has a skirt!” she gestured noncommittally grinning, knowing Ayleta couldn’t see it.
Once the two of them were in the elevator and she had arranged herself on the despicable seats to her satisfaction she nodded to Ayleta to initiate their assent. Cecily braced her heeled feet and gripped the sides of her seat, using all of her training to try to appear as if she wasn’t, while inertia tried to shove her spine through the floor of the death trap. She could only breathe normally once they had come to the lower levels of Eden and, of course, assumed an air of utter nonchalance forbidding further comment on their morning. With only a half flounce, she exited the horrid thing before Ayleta and hailed the two of them a passing cab.
Cecily Vanderbilt spent the rest of the afternoon subtly bossing Ayleta around and dragging her from shop to shop whilst secretly contemplating this new life development and how she would use it