♡♥ P r i m a D o n n a ♥♡

❝ You look like an Angel, *ﾟ +.* –Walk like an Angel, –Talk like and Angel, But I got wise... * *ﾟ +*

“YOu my darling are a national treasure. You would never believe how many a gelatin I’ve observed. Air pockets! Yours shine just as they were intended to pure.. clean... Do tell me if you work with anything other than a traditional circle mold? A ... mushroom... a biscuit shape... perhaps even a flower shape.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Doris blinked a few times feeling rather thunderstruck. Yes, she'd been complimented many times before but this felt different, and she felt a sense of genuinely gladness and rather touched by his words. Admittedly though, it felt quite conflicting as part of her didn't want to feel so touched while the other part of her wanted more. Who doesn't like a little bit of complimentary though?

❝ Ohohoho— Dearest me. Well truth be told I stol- I mean BORROWED, ahem; A retro cooking book at some store then followed the instructions in it. You just gently swirl the warmed gelatin in the bowl instead of stirring it. A common mistake a lot of people do but ❞

Could it be? Could this finally be happening? Someone showing an interest in her cooking, calling it gorgeous even? There was no way of masking the smile that spread across her face; it was eternally bright with eyes that shined. Tilting her head slightly to the side, Doris curled her lips to form small dimples which appeared on her cheeks. She looked down to the man, fluttering her lashes as she confidentially announced merrily.

But Marsha wanted to help get Doris out in the world. She knew she liked to keep inside and assist her beloved Edgar but Marsha wanted to show her there is more to life than cooking and pining for a man. In comes fashion and girl dates.

"I do indeed. You are a retro gal and loves the past decades and colors and I love it. But I want to know what I can pick out and what not so you are comfy when we go out for drinks with the others. Trust me, Doris. Would I ever lead you astray?"

Marsha looked over her shoulder at her friend with a smile of reassurance.

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Doris was always in awe when she was given the opportunity to see where all the magic happened. Marsha was a very talented clothes designer, and there was nothing she made that wasn't eye catching. But it wasn't only that that'd impress her but also her friend's living space.

It was very upkept and classy, and had a lot of space. But what would one expect? It was a big difference though to where Doris would stay... that being a large abandoned warehouse which she would collect nik-naks and design the interior of it to look the best to a house as she could get. It was decent, some things Doris wouldnt and couldnt change like the cemented floors and the brick walls. But it was the best she could do and get, and Doris grown used to it. But it always made for a shock when visiting other people.

Doris perked as she'd realized what Marsha was asking and thought on it for a moment before speaking.

Daydreaming the day away

--Nygma gave a stern look towards the taller woman, in response to her attitude--

"Well, isn't it just nice to see you too, isn't it Doris?" Nygma replied, trying to lighten up the mood.

"And when I mentioned someone like you, I was referring to someone of beauty and strength, if those two traits were to morph together into one person" Edward stated, trying to compliment her. "And yet here you are, greeting me with but a rather hostile and impulsive demeanor"

--Edward finished his sentence as leaned back on a nearby wall, adjusting his green suit coat and purple tie, while twirling his golden cane with a question mark hilt in a sophisticated manner--

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once Edward was finally able to explain himself, Doris's expression untwisted itself as realization dawned upon her. Oh...Maybe she reacted a little TOO swiftly on that. But was she going to admit to that ? Absolutely— 𝑵𝑶𝑻 !

Instead, she relished in his compliments while easing her stance. A twinkle formed in her emerald green eyes as she offered a wide gleam. ❝ Oh me oh MY Edward, if I hadn't known any better I'd think you were trying to make eyes at me ❞

On one's pat, on one's tod— It needn't mattered how she was surrounded by a vast amount of people, Doris still felt at the pit of her stomach the feeling of emptiness. Her nerves were practically going haywires, making her feel stiff and out of place. Many people were all huddled with their own groups preparing to receive the call for when the boat was ready to be boarded. There were smiles among the excited individuals, some clearly family, and others even...even clearly lovers.

Desolate eyes fluttered down towards the pavement as the uneasy feeling from within only intensified. Seeing these devotees... it made this all feel the more worse. Seeing them all smiling, laughing, holding one another— it brought her a great feeling of isolation and, dare I say, abandonment.

A loud bellowing horn blared out from the boat, forcing the dame to lift her head up and turn her attention to it. Following this horn came a quick announcement, a voice, seeming to be the captain, called through with a—

❝ TEN MINUTES BEFORE WE'RE READY TO BOARD !!! please begin to form a line near the dock ❞

Crowds passed by Doris in a hurry, beginning to line up in their designated areas- but she, she couldn't. No matter if the announcement was telling her to move, no matter if they were almost ready to begin their sail; her feet stayed glued to the very spot she was at.

Frantically, she began to look over the others heads, trying her best to see if she could spot Edgar anywhere. As she waited, she kept letting people cut past her, seeming far more concerned about where he could be rather than her departure or place in line.