She appeared in the entrance like a painting in a frame. Her right hand was curled around the door, stretched out long as she leaned against the jamb. Short blonde hair haloed out around a delicately featured face with heavily lidded eyes, the remnants of a bright lipstick graced a full mouth. The rest of it stained the rim of the nearly empty glass that hung loosely from her fingers. A pale cream dressing gown was tied haphazardly around her slender waist, slinking treacherously off her left shoulder, exposing the thin strap of a white negligée underneath and porcelain white skin under that. Elegantly heeled shoes gave her a head’s worth of height on Lottie, so that she was staring hazily down at her through heavily lidded eyes.
She was the most obscenely beautiful creature Lottie had ever seen in person.
Her eyes swiveled from Lottie to Benedict, a little unfocused, short strands of platinum blonde hair falling out of her exquisitely fashionable bob and into her long eyelashes.
“Finally!” She said spoke at last, her voice bright and loud as she raised the drink in her right hand to her lips. “You’re appallingly late you know, I had to start the party without you.”