thin white lies .

An estate sale? Well those could certainly be a hit or miss. Either a lot to win, or a lot of money wasted for a loss. Oh well, it wasn’t her investing her own money in the sales. “That’s interesting. A fair bit of the houses here in Versailles can be described as museums, if I’m honest. Especially with some of the older vampires refusing to let go of the old.” Just like herself, in many ways. Still stuck in the days of old. Days of old when she traveled france with her lover, her maker. These days? Not so much. “And it’s been properly cleaned? Or will we need to send it in for work to ensure we show it as it was created?” Irene could be strict, such was unfortunately the truth about the brunette. “Of course it’d look gorgeous on me, have you seen me in anything that I failed to wear?” 

estate sales were kind of like playing the lottery. there were good ones and there were bad ones. maddie had been going to them long enough that she rarely went to a sale that didn’t have amazing finds. a lot of her clients loved vintage, repurposed furniture, so she liked to keep a good stock. “tell me about it. it’s a shame not every person cares so much about preserving history,” she frowned. “there’s nothing i love more than seeing something from the past that has been well taken care of or at least to some extent.” some things she found weren’t always in the greatest condition, but it wasn’t impossible to have things restored. “i mean, that’s not really my job. i buy it, i sell it. i don’t care much what happents before, after or in between,” maddie shrugged her shoulders. she took a sip of her wine and stared at irene’s glass of blood with narrowed eyes. she understood keeping business professional, but there would have been no harm in the vampire feeding from her. “no ma’am, i’m fairly certain you could make a burlap sack look elegant.”

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“So, I heard you had a piece of art that we’d love at the gallery.” Irene spoke as she put down her glass. Cold blood had never been her favorite, but slitting someone’s wrist over her glass would not be approved of, and drinking directly from the vein, wasn’t very suitable for a business dinner with a potential client. Besides, she was wearing white. White and veins? not the best combination. “I heard it was a 18th century piece, authentic, however, I might have heard wrong, so please feel free to correct me.” 

“i actually have a couple of pieces you might be interested in,” maddie grinned. “the estate sale i went to was practically a gold mine; they had so much cool stuff. it was almost like a museum itself.” madeleine loved estate sales, especially in versailles. she found the most interesting pieces anytime she went to one and had never left a sale disappointed. “the piece you’re talking about, though, is an oil painting. the artist is either anonymous or unknown, but it was appraised at eight thousand euros. it’s condition is pristine, you can tell that the person who owned them really cared about their art. “i also found a seventies george stavropoulous gown that i think would look absolutely stunning on you.”

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Yasmine was tired. she’d been to work all night long, running between tables, serving drinks, trying to not trip over the legs of people who were more or less sprawled out as someone fed from them. Oh lord how tired she was. Stepping out from the bar at 4 am, her shift finally done, she was going in direction of drink ‘N bite, taking off her shoes in the process. She didn’t care to walk in the high heels when she just wanted a coffee, but of course, jumping around on one high heel while trying to get the other off… It was no surprise that the young human more or less fell into someone, making her blush awfully fast. “Oh my…” Pushing herself off of them, one shoe barely hanging on, she looked up at them. “I’m so sorry for that. Long night at work and high heels, you know?” 

it wasn’t a rare occasion that maddie left her office so late at night. she took on a lot of different projects and she was a perfectionist at heart, so she couldn’t stop working until everything was just right. she had been working on making a custom chandelier for one of her clients dining room and it had taken her over a week to finish. she usually hated to spend more than three days on any of her diy projects, but this one had been difficult. she had scrapped two of her original ideas and ran out of crystals at one point. it had been a mess and a half. however, once she finished, she couldn’t have been prouder of her work. the piece was stunning and she couldn’t wait to see it hung up. once she had her office locked up, she decided to walk down the street to get a coffee, since the sun would be rising soon anyway. she might as well just start her day. she would have time for sleep later. maddie hated sleeping during the day, so it wasn’t uncommon that she would leave work at four or five in the morning and just go home and start her morning routine. as she was checking her bank account app on her phone, she felt something collide into her. maddie grunted and looked up at the girl she had run into, “it was probably my fault, actually,” she shrugged. “i wasn’t expecting many people to be out, so i was looking at my phone. no harm done, though,” she smiled. “god, i can’t imagine working in heels all night. i can barely stand to wear them for more than an hour sometimes!”