The wine in her cup swirled lazily as Morena shifted it in her hand. Across the table, Ella poured herself another, leaning just slightly forward as she reached for the jug.
The movement was natural, unhurried, but the cut of her gown slipped just enough that it allowed Morena's eyes to catch on the curve of pale skin before she shifted them in a hurry.
She thought it would be rude to stare, even if the sight was one to behold; she had been invited as a guest into the house with the goal of forming a deal.
But her thoughts were far from shared; Ella noticed the girl looking away. Of course she did—after all, she had done so on purpose. Her smile curved faintly as she set the jug down and brushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear, letting it fall again just so, like a frame to her face.
"Tell me Morena~"
Ella began to speak, her lips lingering on her name for a moment as if testing it out.
