Ariana POV
A job offer from Irina?
Ariana turned away, burying her face in the towel she had gotten for Irina to dry off with.
She muffled her hysterical laughter in the towel. Imagine--Irina wanting to hire her bitterest rival! Of course, she had no clue "Mireille" was actually that same rival--that was the whole point of the disguise.
Which, apparently, worked a little too well.
"Mireille? I'd like that towel sometime today, please."
"Certainly." She hoped her laughter didn't show in her voice.
Handing Irina the towel, she helped this scheming, complicated woman dry off, and she supplied her charge with a robe. "You see, you know just what I need," Irina exclaimed. "I always like a warm cozy robe while I brush my hair and do my makeup. You'd think that after several centuries I wouldn't bother, but we women vampires do take pride in our appearance! Practically famous for it, wouldn't you say?"
