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Julia had two very clear options: learn how to control her pesky ability to feel otherâs people emotions -and her unwilling proclivity for picking up on the really shitty ones-, or embrace the notion that sheâd be well on her way to alcoholism if she continued to use drinking as a way to quiet those loud emotions down. She wanted to choose the first one, of course, but that would surely take ages and she had yet to find a mentor. So option two it was, at least for the time being. The gala had begun early in the afternoon but apparently day-drinking was acceptable if it was at a gala. The fae was already on her third -not the fourth yet, surely- glass of white wine when someone familiar approached. âThief chaserâ she fae replied with an exaggerated formal nod, if only to play along to the peculiar circumstances in which they met. âJulia. And itâs nice seeing you in a lessâŚchaotic scenarioâ she said with a little laugh, not minding too terribly that Fiona didnât remember her name. âWell, Iâm am nowâ the fae said as she rose her glass and took another sip âItâs a lovely event. And this manor is gorgeousâ. The wine had definitely helped some to drown out the overwhelming emotions sheâd been sensing earlier. âThank you. One of my own designsâ Julia said proudly. âYours is amazing too, itâs very Elie Saabâ she added, clearly approving of it. It was a flattering gown and the shimmering embroidery on the fabric of the skirt had been exquisitely executed.
Fiona laughs at the mock title, put at ease by the humor. âAt your service,â she smiles, giving a small salute to boot. It hadnât been her most graceful moment, the running after the wannabe thief, but, well... duty calls, right? And that had been wrong. So sheâd been happy to help stop it. âJulia! Julia, thatâs a great name.â The saying it aloud helps commit the name to memory, sheâs learned. A hard thing to do after even a single drink with a memory and a tolerance like hers, but hell if she wonât try. âIâm Fiona. Yeah, Iâm definitely glad that we wonât be doing any chasing tonight. Hopefully, anyway, because I really like these shoes but definitely wonât be able to run in them.â She laughs, mirroring the other faeâs sip of a drink. âItâs so pretty,â Fiona agrees, practically gushing as she looks back to the chandeliers. âI mean, I seriously donât think Iâve ever seen a place this... sparkly.â She hasnât seen many places at all, in fact, but that seems like a minor detail. And a pessimistic one. âOh! Oh, um, thank you.â Ellie Saab... Ellie Saab. Doesnât ring a bell. Sheâll have to trust itâs a compliment. âMy aunt made it.â Fiona finally supplies before trying to take another sip of her drink only to be met with ice. âHuh.â Thatâs unfortunate. Well, sheâll have to amend it, and mind her manners, too: âWould you like another drink? Iâm going to grab one for myself.â


















