12-04-2019, 03:37 PM
Susan Bailey knocked on the apartment door. She reached out and squeezed the hand of the woman she was escorting for moral support before the door opened.
"Si?" The woman answered, confused by the sight of her dear friend whom she wasn't expecting to stop by, but more so by the red-masked woman accompanying her.
"Hi, my name's... er... Cupid's Helper. Are you Angelique?" Susan asked in Italian. She nodded. Susan turned back to the woman she'd approached the door with, a look from behind the mask asking her "Is this the right Angelique?" Her companion nodded, and Susan turned back to Angelique. "I'm sorry, I only speak English, Italian, and Klingon, not French. That won't be a problem, will it?
"No, I know English." Angelique responded in that language. Most of the people of San Finzione spoke at least two of the four official languages of the country. Susan exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Ok, that's going to make this much better for me, anyway." She responded in English. "I'm guessing you know Emilia?" Angelique nodded. "Well, Emilia has had some things she's wanted to tell you for some time, Angelique. Badly enough to write to Cupid about it, and he sent me along to help. If this isn't a bad time, we'd like to come in and have a word. Well, Emilia would, anyway. It's nothing to worry about; she'll tell you what's been on her mind, you'll listen, and I'm just going to be here to make sure that whatever comes of it, everyone's still friends afterwards. That won't be a problem, will it."
Susan stated it as a fact, rather than asking it as a question. Angelique felt the need to listen to whatever it was that Emilia needed to tell her, and she knew that whatever it was, even if she didn't like it, everything would still be good between them.
Angelique invited Susan and Emilia in. They followed her inside.
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"Si?" The woman answered, confused by the sight of her dear friend whom she wasn't expecting to stop by, but more so by the red-masked woman accompanying her.
"Hi, my name's... er... Cupid's Helper. Are you Angelique?" Susan asked in Italian. She nodded. Susan turned back to the woman she'd approached the door with, a look from behind the mask asking her "Is this the right Angelique?" Her companion nodded, and Susan turned back to Angelique. "I'm sorry, I only speak English, Italian, and Klingon, not French. That won't be a problem, will it?
"No, I know English." Angelique responded in that language. Most of the people of San Finzione spoke at least two of the four official languages of the country. Susan exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Ok, that's going to make this much better for me, anyway." She responded in English. "I'm guessing you know Emilia?" Angelique nodded. "Well, Emilia has had some things she's wanted to tell you for some time, Angelique. Badly enough to write to Cupid about it, and he sent me along to help. If this isn't a bad time, we'd like to come in and have a word. Well, Emilia would, anyway. It's nothing to worry about; she'll tell you what's been on her mind, you'll listen, and I'm just going to be here to make sure that whatever comes of it, everyone's still friends afterwards. That won't be a problem, will it."
Susan stated it as a fact, rather than asking it as a question. Angelique felt the need to listen to whatever it was that Emilia needed to tell her, and she knew that whatever it was, even if she didn't like it, everything would still be good between them.
Angelique invited Susan and Emilia in. They followed her inside.
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