- Messages
- 63
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- hetrosexual
- Age
- 03/2017 (54)
Martine hated her boss, she had asked weeks in advance to be able to leave early that day. She had somewhere to be, but he hadn't let her. She had been stuck at work. Martine had wanted to get changed, to make herself look pretty for the crowd of fancy people that would be there, she wanted to not smell of cleaning products. But none of that was the case. She'd managed to wear something that wasn't her work clothes, but her hair felt all over the place, and she felt like she was one conversation away from tears, but she was there. She was late. Martine rushed into her son's art gallery and noticed not too many people were left. She turned down the drink offered and instead looked at the pieces in front of her, the ones left. She had been looking forward to this for a long while, so proud of him and his art. Martine couldn't spot Casper, and she hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed with her being so late. They were beautiful, the artwork so stunning, she felt in awe of each piece that was there.