#senzaamore

The place was pretty packed for opening day. It was bit of a miracle Ciara even spotted someone going toward the employee-only section with how much was going on. "Hey," she called out. "You can't go over there. Bathrooms are on the other side."

Ciara didn't hide her grimace as she saw a familiar face walk up to her. "Great, you again. What now?"

Cat walked slowly through the row of booths, glancing at the artwork displayed. She wasn't much of a creative person, her talents lying with academia and hitting things with an arrow when needed. she hadn't even really wanted to go to town for the festival but she wanted to at least stop by Lucy's booth. Her plans were to browse and then head home while everyone else went to the ball. No point in attending if you had no one to attend with.

Edgar tried to meet with each member of the production crew individually to get a sense of what their specialty was in providing contribution. He waved with a smile to Paola as he saw her enter the café. As she got closer he spoke up, "would you like anything? My treat. As thanks for taking time to come out and meet me."

Cat looked over at a noisy table who were cackling loud enough to disturb the whole cafe. She tried her hardest not to show her distain on her face but it was hard not to. "This is what I get for trying to avoid going to the bar every day. I should have just gotten drunk instead. At least at the bar I don't have to deal with the Sanderson sisters." @senzaamore

Tutti innamorati, scusate ma me fate schifo.. Contate solo sull’amore ma poi la prima cosa che vi fotte è proprio quella.