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No one had set foot in Elinor's home for ten years. Of course, she wasn't in the same spot. She had been living in this apartment for about two years. Still. Nigel would be her first guest ever. The house was spotless, and smelling of roasted pheasant. No doubt it was the fanciest thing she had cooked in ten years, or maybe ever. But she didn't overdo it, no. She was very VERY careful not to overdo it.
Needless to say, Elinor had stressed out over what she was going to wear. This wasn't a FORMAL dinner, but it wasn't really casual, either. She had decided on a dark blue dress she never really wore. She felt purple was more her color, but she therefore wore it a lot. This was a first for both of them, so why not make it a first for the dress? It was a simple little creation that shimmered even in the soft light. She had combed her hair thirty or forty times, so it was absolutely perfect, or so she might think if she combed through it twenty more times...
She stopped herself from looking at the clock every two minutes. She made sure Nigel knew how to get there, and she knew he would do everything in his power to be on time, or fashionably early... or fashionably late.
She was driving herself crazy.
She poured the cider vinegar into a bowl and set it on the table after taking the whistling teapot off the heat. Apple cinnamon raspberry. She thought of it as her good luck tea. Right now, the lab technician thought about her situation, and decided she needed as much "good luck" as possible...
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