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Virginia brushed her fingers along delicate roses, greeting her children quietly where no one could hear her. The smell of the autumnal perfume lingering on her skin as she brushed a perfectly curled strand hair back in front of her face for effect. The other women had already left, the other sirens. Her weak little ladies who lunch, Lara's aunts enclave and then Lara's but not any more. Oh no, their dear Matriarch was without her power and her ladies well, they wanted protection and someone they knew.
A Matriarch without power. And no one to step up to fill the role. Well, one of those things was correct. She'd take it, it was what she'd always wanted after all. Her husband, her children, the Matriarch title.
"Robert darling, I know what I want you to get for my birthday." Virginia called out, a smile lingering on her lips. She snipped a few roses from her garden as she took grasp of her power and held it tight before expanding it out to the ladies and to touch those she knew who would be looking for a Matriarch. A siren's lure. Oh, she would lure them alright. Right out of Lara's grasp.
Thorn pricking her finger, she smiled and popped the finger into her mouth and sucked. Oh, she was going to get what she wanted for once.
A Matriarch without power. And no one to step up to fill the role. Well, one of those things was correct. She'd take it, it was what she'd always wanted after all. Her husband, her children, the Matriarch title.
"Robert darling, I know what I want you to get for my birthday." Virginia called out, a smile lingering on her lips. She snipped a few roses from her garden as she took grasp of her power and held it tight before expanding it out to the ladies and to touch those she knew who would be looking for a Matriarch. A siren's lure. Oh, she would lure them alright. Right out of Lara's grasp.
Thorn pricking her finger, she smiled and popped the finger into her mouth and sucked. Oh, she was going to get what she wanted for once.
Sweet young thing [Locked to ED. tw: sexsexmoresex]
Brushing a stray errand of hair out of her face, Virginia finished chopping the last of strawberry stalks before picking one up. Running it over her lips, she let her tongue dart out for a moment before biting into the sweet flesh. Looking up knowingly, she caught Ed's gaze from outside the window. Chewing on the strawberry, she licked her fingers clean before swallowing slowly.
Taking rather deliberate steps towards the door, she unlocked it before pulling it open ajar for Edwin. Turning on her heels, she headed back towards the strawberries.
"Are those for me?" Virginia asked carefully, picking a vase and placing it down for him to use.
Taking rather deliberate steps towards the door, she unlocked it before pulling it open ajar for Edwin. Turning on her heels, she headed back towards the strawberries.
"Are those for me?" Virginia asked carefully, picking a vase and placing it down for him to use.
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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.
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December, post Corry and Will's party. [Closed to Robert]
Touching the delicate flush pink petals, Virginia took the care to examine each and every twig before sharp, caring hands snapped or cut out the dead branches. Her fourth rose, perfect pinks and golds to bloom even in the winter. A younger plant then the eldest, than her daughter, Virginia remembered the winter when she planted it.
"You would have been beautiful," Virginia whispered softly. Delicate, she had been delicate. Too fragile though. And another secret to keep, another reason she was so isolated. Though she didn't know if she could stand another Christmas alone, not that Corrine or Robert seemingly cared.
Sniffing as if irritated rather than miserable, her shoulders tensed as she heard the heavier fall of footsteps. She knew those footsteps, just as she knew herself. Her other, better half. Swallowing down the melancholy, she took two sharp breaths in before controlling herself. He would never see her cry, she wouldn't allow it.
"You know I hate being disturbed out here," Virginia called out to her husband. Glancing over her shoulder, she knew she looked picture perfect. Nothing out of place, nothing to give him reason to ever suspect. "I thought you were glued to your boat, never to come home."
Holding out her hand, she waited for him to come to her and help her up or at least join her in the place where she had buried all her secrets.
"You would have been beautiful," Virginia whispered softly. Delicate, she had been delicate. Too fragile though. And another secret to keep, another reason she was so isolated. Though she didn't know if she could stand another Christmas alone, not that Corrine or Robert seemingly cared.
Sniffing as if irritated rather than miserable, her shoulders tensed as she heard the heavier fall of footsteps. She knew those footsteps, just as she knew herself. Her other, better half. Swallowing down the melancholy, she took two sharp breaths in before controlling herself. He would never see her cry, she wouldn't allow it.
"You know I hate being disturbed out here," Virginia called out to her husband. Glancing over her shoulder, she knew she looked picture perfect. Nothing out of place, nothing to give him reason to ever suspect. "I thought you were glued to your boat, never to come home."
Holding out her hand, she waited for him to come to her and help her up or at least join her in the place where she had buried all her secrets.