Where: fancy overpriced brunch restaurant, Midmorning
Who: Brother Dearest ( @vmvcvscvrrvw )
Alecto had been awake since the ungodly hour of 9am, so her brother’s text about crepes came at just the right moment. Within the half-hour both Carrow siblings had jetted all the way to their favorite brunch spot, and were waiting for crepes.
Alecto tilting her face back into the sun, sunglasses shading closed eyes. She’s gone for casual attire this morning, which meant photo-shoot-ready for anyone of a lesser status. Her phone dinged and she ignored it; she could be invisible for an hour. Publishing crises were never *really* crises at her level.
“Feels like it’s been ages since we did this; why have we been neglecting Sacred Brunch?” she mused, glancing over at her brother.
