Looking back on things, Lenuta could admit that perhaps all that brandy hadn't been the best idea after all. True, it might've made the conversation that had taken place flow a little easier, but she was paying for it this morning. Yes ma'am. Her head was throbbing, despite the water she'd had before going to bed. Her mouth was also terribly, terribly dry, despite the water she'd had this morning.
On the other hand, she had fuzzy memories of the conversation she'd had with Mister Marx. It had been...well, it had been a far, far cry better than the conversation she'd expected to have, let's just say that. She had thoroughly expected the man to return her back to Romania, even if it would've been somewhat of a challenge to do.
It wasn't that she thought the man to be the sort to want money, like Mister Phinn. No, it had simply been that he seemed older. Obviously, from his appearance alone, he couldn't've been that much older than her, but there was something in his personality, his mien, that gave off the impression that he took such matters very seriously. Lenuta got the distinct feeling that, had they both still been on Earth? He might very well have informed her parents of her whereabouts, if nothing else.
A soft snort brought the girl back to her thoughts of her parents. How dare they? Yes, yes - it was expected that she get married. It had been expected since she was a little girl, but...why couldn't she have a say in who she was married to? If they had perhaps suggested that one of the men from the charity ball might've made a fine example of a husband? Then, goodness be, maybe she might've handled that entire night differently! She might have perused instead of skulked and sulked. Sure, it had been a charity ball, but perhaps in name only for the young woman. For her parents, it had been an excuse to meet some of the 'breeding stock', if you will. Just thinking about it left a sour taste in Lenuta Fătu's mouth.
Best not to think about it, then. Instead, she went about her morning ablutions, before getting dressed. Make-up was applied - not because she needed it, but because it's what she'd been taught, day in and day out, was appropriate for a young woman. Red-soled heels and a sleek skirt, paired with a silk blouse brought it all together elegantly and, as she was heading for the door to her room, she stopped. Emerald green eyes glanced over her shoulder and for a moment, she pondered a particular wisdom.
In the end, however, she reached out, pulling the heavy woolen pea coat from it's spot across the small table by the door. It was with a twitch of her lips that she pulled it on, closing it tight around her, before she stepped out of her room to start her day.