Nona smirked as Aemilia rambled on, talking about a Celt and making an interested face. Surely he was a handsome fellow. And best in his class. Ah, she would have to make sure he noticed her. Nona was busy thinking to herself so she didn’t notice Aemilia’s look to the red haired slave girl until she felt herself turned quickly. Glancing back at what they were walking away from, Nona sneered and then looked back to her friend with an arrogant smile to remind everyone around them once more how much better they were. [b]”Yes, a new fragrance always puts me in the mood for a fight! Not from Octavius though, last bottle I bought from him was so faint I practically had to use the whole bottle in one go. I should have had his head on a platter,”[/b] she said with a mild frown, as if she were truly thinking about doing such a thing. She listened as Aemilia spoke of her little sister, making Nona roll her eyes for her in mutual irritation, laughing with a poisonous tone as her friend described Secunda. [b]”Both of our sisters are a thorn in our sides. I wish I could push Ateret into a fountain. And hold her head under,”[/b] she said, a laugh escaping her painted lips as they walked up to a booth with perfumes.