Paris in Spring Time
@queenofsanguine
The spring season had begun and Ricardo refused to be behind though that was a weak excuse. The idea of shopping was something he battled almost as much as he battles demons. The capital of the fashion world damned and the heir if the damned had money to spend. The night which called forth all types good and evil was at hand and fashionably late was a rule he lived by yet now wasn't the time to make it just late. As the prince of Kemet, he had a front-row seat but he stood to wait for his guest so that he could walk the red carpet and be shown to the front row.
"Where is she?"
@queenofsanguine
āRicardo, darling.ā Lenore approached her companion for the evening, placing air kisses beside each cheek.The Vampiress was bedecked in a gown of sparkling red, only appropriate for a sanguine affair.Ā āSorry Iām late.ā Lenore rolled her eyes, but there was humor there more than true annoyance.Ā āI fear I may have glamoured my driver one too many times. He canāt seem to navigate his way out of a paper bag these days.āĀ

















