12-27-2024, 02:55 PM
Eliot made an appearance at the Almaz to 'woo' his finance in the public of the light. The opera had gone well. Rumors spread like wildfire as was the intent. The gossip rags detailing lude remarks even though they'd been completely discreet. But it was a gossip rag so what did it matter, they had captured an unflattering picture which told the wrong story.
He tossed the article into the bin on his wallet. It didn't matter really. He'd been sitting at the same table for the past few days waiting to see if anyone took him upon his offer. He didn't expect anything immediately, but he waited at the time and place and someone may show up. If not, well he'd seek them out. But for now he was content to sit and sip coffee for a few hours and watch people come and go.