“Looking for a good time, as always, Em.” Trixy said with a dark smile. “Spotted anyone yummy looking?” she asked, not afraid if humans heard her, they would just assume they were seeking out hot guys. She noticed that Alistair looked a little put off by Emilia’s disregard. “Why’d you blow off Ali like that?” she asked, not necessarily in a disapproving way, just simply curious.

Béatrix saw that Alistair was chatting with Mirabelle now, the head of the Kingston family. She let out an exasperated sigh, those boring wet blankets were bound to put a damper on a joyous feast. She hoped he’d offend them enough to leave [i]their[/i] turf.