“AT THIS RATE, IF YOU KEEP asking me questions, I’m going to run out of answers.” A long leg crosses over the other. Minerva settling back into the seat with curious eyes locked upon the other. She felt like she was being interrogated. “When shall I be GRANTED a chance to ask some of my own?” She smirks, with an added lift of her cigarette back to crimson lips. “I think it’s only fair.”
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she was an inconvenience, a little bump on the road none of them could have seen coming. the actress had every reason to be worried. eyes stern and fixed upon minerva, caroline looked about to snap. but, like the skilled artist she was, the woman’s dangerous facade was almost instantly broken into a smile that graced her features, a little laugh that parted from her lips as she leaned back into the restaurant chair, cigarette in hand.
❝ pardonnez moi, madame, that was awfully rude of me. can you believe? traveling doesn’t suit me well, it never has. and my daughter —god bless her soul— my daughter said ’ mama, you’re too old to be traveling alone ’, but did i listen to her? if only she could see me now. ❞
the sudden excitement in her voice, warm and cheerful despite the heartache she felt inside, reminded caroline of the role she had to play. a sweet, american woman, with no secrets nor tragic past to hide. ❝ what can i answer for you, honey. fire away, like they say. ❞