The Oracle's front doors were opened by the long-stemmed attach? from Nouveau Bretagne. Solange LeClerc was expertly wrapped in a blush-inspired silk blouse that managed to hug her torso in all the right places, and a pencil thin ivory linen skirt that led the eye up and down her best attributes. Eyeing the front reception desk, she began forward, tucking her eel-skinned clutch closer under her arm. Her ears picked up the din of the presses, as she smoothed her dark locks back into her calculatedly casual updo.
"Good afternoon," came her liltingly educated drawl, "With whom do I speak about a feature for your Society page? I have quite a scoop for you." The smile she wore eased into a wider grin, and owed much of its sparkle to the light in her ebony eyes.
"Good afternoon," came her liltingly educated drawl, "With whom do I speak about a feature for your Society page? I have quite a scoop for you." The smile she wore eased into a wider grin, and owed much of its sparkle to the light in her ebony eyes.