Rolling up as close as it could without infringing on the festivities, a 2017 Jaguar XJ stopped for a passenger to exit the vehicle's backseat, briefly exposing a jet black interior with tan contrast stitching to compliment the solid ebony paint job on the exterior. Griffin's driver remained in the front seat instead opening her door for her at her own insistence as this trip had nothing to do with business and therefore the contrived appearance of importance was unwarranted.
The scent of her lingered like a promise in the air wherever she had been, an uncompromising rebellion that chafed against the notion that floral perfumes were only standard for the feminine. Although there was evidence of the diminutive blooms in the resin of frankincense that acted as a faint undercurrent to bring the myriad of smells together, as well the unmistakable presence of saffron, the herb thyme could be detected off a supple leather note, the smokiness of dark suede, a backbone in amberwood; somewhere, whether part of the perfume or not, there was a dash of pipe tobacco and slow-burning Cuban cigars, and even fainter, lemon that clung to her fingers several washes later. Primal. Raw. Mysterious, but extravagant.
Her fashion was remarkably clean of color, streamlined in black: small minidress in a flattering A-line silhouette, high heel sandals closed with a strap over her toes and around her ankles, and a slim-fitting bomber jacket -- a sharp contrast to the girl she approached outdoors, Charlie Darling. Collecting her in an affectionate, full-bodied embrace with her arms curled close around the other girl's shoulders, she mimed a cheek kiss to avoid leaving a smear of vibrant blood-red lipstick behind on her skin. When introduced to her friends here and there, she was friendly and skilled at small talk though she seemed to hold no real pleasure for the necessary evil of it if the glint in the impossibly pale blue of almondine eyes could tell a tale.
No refreshment of any kind touched her lips, but she did separate to browse the collection on her own. The rings and bracelets were not her style, yet she did purchase a statement necklace that would pair beautifully with a chic black dress after taking in the whole collection with quick eyes that knew what they liked without having to waste time thinking about it. Afterwards, she joined Charlie (and whoever was with her) to watch some of the festivities, behind her with svelte arms wrapped around her friend's shoulders in the front this time like a fond older sister, cheek touching jaw.
Sometime before the fireworks, she received a text message on her phone and excused herself after smoothing the little doe's curls back, fingers spread tenderly over the side of her crown. ?Be good, baby,? she told her. ?Call me when you're back in Chicago.? If Sabine remained with her at this point, she added that it had been good to meet her.
A few steps into the crowd seconds later and she might as well have disappeared into thin air.
[size=9][Jade ring, please!][/size]