Rosalie had spent an obscene amount of time readying herself for tonight. Her dress, one of her simpler ones, was pressed to perfection; her hair, normally braided into a neat bun, cascaded down her back in soft flowing waves. Even her smoky vanilla scented perfume, which Rosalie had taken great care to apply to more delicate spots, was new for this occasion. For while she still loved her typical citrus based scents, she needed something wholly unique to Noble.

Something to make this feel like less of a betrayal.

She rewarded his compliments with a second, longer lasting kiss, before pulling back far enough to ask, "would you like something to drink before we ..." Her voice trailed off though her meaning was obvious.

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