[ waiting for my girl talking ]

Since today was Grelle’s birthday, her desk was strewn with cards, bouquets, balloons, and a Bitter Rabbit almost half her size from various admirers at the office. Ronald treated her to a sundae during their extended lunch break, while Othello surprised her with a pair of garnet earrings whose gemstones were synthesized in the Innovation lab by a colleague who owes him a favor.

Miss Sutcliff skipped out of dispatch a good two hours ahead of schedule before William had a chance to stop her. How else would she have sufficient time to prepare her hair and makeup for the evening’s celebrations?

When she arrived at the Phantomhive manor, the agreed-upon rendezvous point, she was a greeted by a violin solo composed in her honor by Sebastian. Nina and Madame Red gave her an elaborate red dress that Angelina had commissioned from the tailor, while Mey Rin and Hannah offered her a handmade charm (on which the demoness had laid various potent protective spells) to attach to her death scythe. Then, it was time for a group trip to London, complete with a lavish meal (with red velvet cake for dessert) at Grelle’s favorite restaurant, prime seats at a burlesque show, and several exhilarating hours of ballroom dancing. The reaper truly felt like she was queen for a day! 👑