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Lady who lunches- at Francesco's [OPEN]
"Take the bags home," Virginia commanded, taking the outstretched hand before emerging from the car. A faint tan, her make up and hair perfectly fixed, you would have easily thought Mrs Flynn had been on holiday rather than the brief stint in rehab. Not that anyone bar her husband knew where she had been and no one would if she had her way. Still it was harder to avoid temptation now that she was home than in the clinic. "And make sure my husband hasn't eaten me out of house and home. The boat too. Please restock both. And I want fresh flowers in both, try Flora's on Main Street. She always has the best bouquets. No alcohol, I'm trying to make it a more... welcoming place for my daughter."
Staring at her assistant, she sighed before rolling her eyes. If Robert meant to stay home then she'd probably have to fire the girl which was a shame because she was very good at her job. She was just rather too pretty and far too flirtatious with the other ladies husbands. Virginia didn't want to have to claw anyone's eyes out... not when she'd just had a manicure at least.
"Make sure it's done by three. And then I want you to take a week off, my treat." Virginia smiled, cool as ever. She wondered if she could stay away one of the Cabot assistants, they tended to breed excellence rather than looks. Considering her plans, Virginia took out her phone leaving her husband a voicemail message before heading up the stairs to Francesco's.
Smiling at the ladies that she normally lunched with, Virginia waited for someone to take her coat before revealing the perfect ensemble. Hearing the whispers of divorce, Virginia's brow narrowed as she forced a smile on her face.
"Ladies, you look like you have a secret." Virginia said, ignoring the waiter as he waited to sit her.
"We're so sorry about Corrine, about the marriage, it's all so... shocking." Mrs. Raisin said, practically smug in disposition. And just as wrinkled in face as her name might suggest. And Virginia had all the patience of a saint with her. Not. Considering the woman, she smiled and leaned in, taking her hand before the smile turned darker.
"You'll tell me what you mean, you'll do it now and then you'll sing nothing but praise for my daughter, are we clear Aggie?" She said, listening with irritation as she heard all about her daughter's latest escapade. A separation already. She'd have to call her, or get Robert to do it. "Now, excuse me ladies. I have a table waiting. But I can't believe you're all having champagne with your figures, terrible. Later ladies."
Virginia smiled, wiggling her fingers at them before ordering an orange juice. Without the vodka. Now, all she had to do was wait for either her husband to join her or for someone else to amuse her until then.
Staring at her assistant, she sighed before rolling her eyes. If Robert meant to stay home then she'd probably have to fire the girl which was a shame because she was very good at her job. She was just rather too pretty and far too flirtatious with the other ladies husbands. Virginia didn't want to have to claw anyone's eyes out... not when she'd just had a manicure at least.
"Make sure it's done by three. And then I want you to take a week off, my treat." Virginia smiled, cool as ever. She wondered if she could stay away one of the Cabot assistants, they tended to breed excellence rather than looks. Considering her plans, Virginia took out her phone leaving her husband a voicemail message before heading up the stairs to Francesco's.
Smiling at the ladies that she normally lunched with, Virginia waited for someone to take her coat before revealing the perfect ensemble. Hearing the whispers of divorce, Virginia's brow narrowed as she forced a smile on her face.
"Ladies, you look like you have a secret." Virginia said, ignoring the waiter as he waited to sit her.
"We're so sorry about Corrine, about the marriage, it's all so... shocking." Mrs. Raisin said, practically smug in disposition. And just as wrinkled in face as her name might suggest. And Virginia had all the patience of a saint with her. Not. Considering the woman, she smiled and leaned in, taking her hand before the smile turned darker.
"You'll tell me what you mean, you'll do it now and then you'll sing nothing but praise for my daughter, are we clear Aggie?" She said, listening with irritation as she heard all about her daughter's latest escapade. A separation already. She'd have to call her, or get Robert to do it. "Now, excuse me ladies. I have a table waiting. But I can't believe you're all having champagne with your figures, terrible. Later ladies."
Virginia smiled, wiggling her fingers at them before ordering an orange juice. Without the vodka. Now, all she had to do was wait for either her husband to join her or for someone else to amuse her until then.