Mara Kincaide (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _mazikeen_) wrote,@ 2008-04-07 11:27:00 |
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Mara had spent extra time on her appearance. Her hair was up in an elegant chignon, she'd chosen her most demure outfit -- a skirt and heels, thank you very much, not pants -- and cleaned and tidied her apartment to her heart's content. When that was done, she still felt as if something else was needed.
She sat quietly for a few moments before the idea hit her. She beamed and hurried to gather supplies. Checked her makeup in the mirror and headed over to Ben's.
It didn't take much to have the super let her in and she happily cleaned and cleaned. And never got a spot on herself, of course, or mussed her hair. And when she was done cleaning, she cooked and baked. The poor boy had hardly any food in this place!
When she was done, the small apartment was spotless. It smelled like a mixture of pine, lemon and apple (That would be from the pie currently warming in the oven).
Mara made sure she still looked presentable, straightened her pearl necklace, poured a drink -- for Ben -- and waited.