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Larissa stared down at the mountain of designer shopping bags spread across the new black and white circular carpet on the floor of her guest room, wondering if she had gone overboard. Sure the items had been a tad bit on the expensive side, but nothing was too good for her little bat.
Grabbing the tiny hangers that had been purchased alongside the clothes, she started hanging them up in the closet one by one. Taking great care to fill the empty space she had made in her large walk in closet. Of course, everything had been in monochrome; all blacks, whites and grays (she went to great lengths to assure not a speck of color could be found due to Wednesdays allergy).
Once the task was finished, Principal Weems stood back and sighed in delight at the new wardrobe she had bought for little Wednesday. There were comfortable play clothes for running around the school halls, a few fancier dresses if they decided to dress up, and the softest footsie pajamas to wrap her up like a warm hug whenever her little upstart would sleep or lie down for a nap.
She had taken the liberty to renovate the guest room of the principals apartment as well, just for her little pigtailed upstart. The old furniture has been moved out in favor of a more ‘child friendly’ motif. Sparing no expense, she even made sure the wallpaper was redone to fit the monochrome theme.
Luckily the perfect one had all but fallen into her lap; the background was light grey, its pattern made up of little black bats in various stages of flight. It suited the room, now filled with a black toddler bed, dresser and various toys. She had even found a tiny writing table that she stocked with coloring paper and crayons, only in shades of black/white/grey of course.
Standing for a moment to admire the room, grateful that it had been finished just in time as sudden beeping from her watch signaled it was nearly time for her guests to arrive.
Larissa hurried through her apartment and into her office to await them, attempting to busy herself by tidying up the already clean desk.
It felt like an absolute eternity before an almost imperceptible knock was heard from the massive oak double doors.
Her heart skipped a beat in excitement, the principal walked around to the front of the large desk, straightening out the skirt of her gray dress before calling out to the visitor.
“Come in!”
One of the doors opened slightly, and a small pigtailed head peaked around it.
“Wissa?”
“Hello my little bat!”
The door pushed open more with the help of Morticia, who was revealed as the door swung inward. Independently, the small girl started walking towards Larissa, her little hands clasping around the leather straps of a seemingly new backpack.
It was black, thin pinstripes ran down the surface, and peeking out over either side were a small pair of bat wings that Wednesday was quick to show off once she realized Larissa had noticed them.
“Wissa, I got wings like barn-bus.”
“oh my I see that! What a lovely backpack, the wings suit you my little dear.” Larissa said with a fond smile before turning her attention to the other woman who had now fully entered the room.
She and Tish had been slowly repairing their friendship over the past month, so it came as no surprise to her when the Addams matriarch swept over to the principals desk and embraced her, the earthy aroma of her perfume enveloping them both.
“Larissa! It’s so good to see you again, mon petite corbeau has spoken of nothing else but you since her last visit.”
Principal Weems flushed deeply, flattered to have made such an impression on little Wednesday, who seemed embarrassed at having been ratted out by her mother.
She looked down at her shiny black Mary Jane’s, a tiny foot toeing a spot on the floors ornate carpet.
“That’s very sweet Wednesday, I have to admit you’ve been on my mind quite a bit too. Would you like to see the surprise I have for you?
This caught the toddlers attention, whose head popped up to look at Larissa with wide brown eyes.
“Yes peas.”
The tall woman bent down down slightly, offering a hand which her little bat gingerly grasped, and led her into the apartment and to the door of the guest room. Morticia following in tow, watching the pair with amusement.
“So Wednesday, you know how you’re going to be staying here with me once a month?”
Nodding enthusiastically, Wednesdays braids started to bounce this way and that over her shoulders, rousing a chuckle from both women.
Larissa let go of the small girls hand to grasp the knob of the bedroom door.
“Well I figured, since that’s the case you’ll need a comfortable place to stay.”
The door swung open and Morticia gasped. Wednesdays eyes bugged out of her head as she started to walk into the room that had been hand tailored just for her.
The first thing she did was beeline straight for the small black writing desk on the far side of the room, immediately taking an interest to the assortment of paper and crayons.
“Oh Rissa, this is breathtaking, you didn’t have to do anything like this. I know Wednesday is already in love with it.”
Morticia flourished a hand towards the toddler who had already helped herself to a piece of paper, and was happily coloring away. Little legs kicking back and forth as she sat on the desks small chair.
“Getting Wednesday her own space here is the least I can do Tish, really it’s nothing. I’m just happy to see her enjoying herself.”
As she spoke, Morticia took to perusing the room, taking note of the various toys and the bookshelf filled with various books befitting an Addams. The works of Poe, Shelley and Hemingway amongst several options more suited to smaller children.
Finding herself standing in front of the wardrobe that Larissa had organized earlier that day. Swinging it open, the dark haired woman stood in shock at the sheer volume of high end clothing she saw.
“Rissa, an entire wardrobe filled with designer clothing is hardly nothing.”
Larissa playfully scoffed, crossing the room to stand next to the raven haired woman.
“I know Tish but I just wanted to make sure Wednesday had absolutely everything she needed, I made sure to spare no expense. My little bat deserves nothing but the best.”
Morticia turned to face the tall blonde goddess beside her, a cheeky grin crossing her dark red lips.
“Someone’s filling into the role of ‘Auntie’ quite well. You’re already spoiling her absolutely rotten.”
Lifting a pale hand to her chest, Larissa put on an air of mock offense. “Me? Spoiling? Never.”
“I never said it was a bad thing Rissa.”
Morticia couldn’t help but laugh as Larissa rolled her eyes dramatically before matching her mirth. A small hand tugging at the long black train of Morticia’s dress brought the attention of the room down to little Wednesday.
“Oui ma chérie? What’s is it my darling?”
The pigtailed upstart stared up at her mother with her usual emotionless expression, a slight pause caused Morticia to raise a dark brow inquisitively at the girl before she continued in a deadpan tone.
“Maman, you go now. Okay?”
Tish’s eyelids fluttered in bewilderment before furrowing her brow, crouching down she addressed her little viper.
“Wednesday, are you that ready for your poor old mother to go” she asked, giving the girl a soulful gaze.
“I want Wissa.”
To emphasis this, Wednesday pointed a chubby finger at Larissa.
The look of shock across Morticia’s face had Larissa covering her mouth with her hand to help suppress the laughter threatening to bubble up past her lips.
From what she had gathered through messages sent back and forth between her and her former roommate, the girl usually stayed glued to Morticia’s side, this was an unusual sight indeed.
“I- well I guess that is the whole reason we’re here isn’t it mon petite corbeau?” Morticia said as she stroked her daughter’s cheek tenderly. “Maman will be out of your hair, how about a goodbye hug?”
Wednesday said nothing but leaned forward, hands pressed against her sides, allowing her mother to hug her tightly. She whispered a few sweet goodbyes in French to the girl, and while she didn’t return the embrace, she did nuzzle her face into her maman’s neck.
Releasing Wednesday and standing up tall once more, Tish turned to Larissa, giving her a quick squeeze on the shoulder before walking to the door of the room, hips swaying gently from side to side as she moved.
“Well I’ll be off, Lurch is waiting with the car, be good for Auntie Rissa Wednesday.” Morticia said, a manicured hand placed on the doorframe as she gave the pair one last warm glance before leaving the room entirely.
Larissa turned to her tiny upstart, crouching down in front of her as her mother had only moments before.
“Alright Wednesday, what would you like to do first?”
The girl thought for a moment, face neutral except for a slight furrow to her brow and purse to her lips.
“A story.” She said flatly, her small fingers wrapping around Larissa’s slender ones as she eagerly pulled her towards the book shelf. Though much too tiny to read, Wednesday must have recognized the book by its red binding, for she pointed immediately to the copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.
“I wan Fan-ken-stein peas”
Checking her the time on her wrist watch, Larissa noted that they had three full hours until dinner would be served in the cafeteria. That gave them plenty of time to settle in and read a few chapters, if of course Wednesday’s attention span allowed it.
“Frankenstein it is, come on little bat there’s a cozy armchair in the corner by your fireplace that we can read in.”
Larissa grabbed the book, tucking it under her arm before guiding Wednesday over to the chair. Just as she was about to sit down, the girl cried out.
“Wait! My pak-pak.”
That’s right, she still had the bat winged satchel still firmly on her back. Seeing her struggle to take it off herself, the older woman stepped in, helping her to slide it off her little arms and placing it on the floor by the door. Larissa made a mental note to have a hanger installed there in the future.
Once free of the bag, Larissa sat down in the plush grey chair. Wednesday immediately lifted her arms towards the blonde, asking to be lifted upwards and onto her lap.
She made herself comfortable right away, snuggling back into her aunts much larger frame, enjoying the softness and warmth that came with sitting in her lap.
Larissa opened the book, being careful to hold it away from the girl lest she try and touch its blood red cover. Though the book had no pictures, Wednesday was enraptured by the tale, obviously having heard it before.
Her attention was fixed on Rissa’s face, watching intently as the older woman animatedly told the story. Taking in every inflection and tone of her voice, and every expression that crossed the blonde’s face as she read the tale. Quickly coming to the conclusion that she quite liked the way Auntie Rissa told stories.
They read for a few hours before the Nevermore Principal noticed the sun had started to dip beyond the horizon through the partially opened curtains of the window.
She finished the chapter they were on, and made a mental note of where they stopped. Closing the book and setting it on a dark oak table that sat beside the chair.
“It’s about time for dinner, Wednesday. Let’s see about getting you something to eat hmm?”
Standing up and taking the girl with her in her large arms, Larissa left the room and made her way out of the apartment, striding through the halls of Nevermore with the click of her kitten heels echoing around them, until they reached the doors to the cafeteria.
Unlike last time where she and the chef had to scramble to find things a toddler would eat, Principal Weems had asked Morticia ahead of time for a list of the little upstart’s favorite foods. At the top of the list had been “roadkill pot pie” which Larissa had determined would absolutely NOT be cooked in Nevermore’s kitchen, but did ask the chef to prepare a normal one in hopes the young girl would like it all the same.
Inside the large cafeteria, heads of students tucking into their own meals turning to watch as Larissa and Wednesday made their entrance.
Instead of hiding in Principal Weems coat as she had done on her previous visit, she looked around the room with curious eyes, taking everything in.
Excited murmurs came from the ones who recognized the raven haired girl from her last visit, sending little waves her way, which this time Wednesday returned, feeling much braver than the last time she was here.
Kitchen doors burst open and the chef excitedly walked out, pushing a cart with a tray that held Wednesdays meal, and what looked to be some hot chocolate. As well as something more suited for the palate of Nevermore’s esteemed principal.
The older man led the pair to an empty picnic table that had been set aside for the two of them, large black high chair sat at one end. Larissa thanked him for the trouble of making the separate “off menu” item for her little ward.
He kindly brushed it off as no problem, taking the food off of the trolly and setting it down on the tabletop, just happy to be of service and wished them both a good meal.
Setting down at their table, Larissa made to put Wednesday in the high chair. At first the small girl protested vigorously, not wanting to leave the comfort of being in the blondes arms. But after a fair bit of convincing, and a touch of bribery in the form of a promise for desert if she was a good girl, Wednesday conceded and sat still as her Wissa buckled her in.
To say her little bat enjoyed dinner was an understatement, Larissa could hardly keep up with how she demanded bite after bite, until the small bowl was completely empty.
She herself had managed to eat her fill in between spoon feeding the toddler, and afterwards scooped up her little bat once more, striding into the kitchen in search of a sweet treat for desert.
She placed Wednesday on her hip, arms around her back and under her bottom to help secure her. The pair made their way past the serving windows and deeper inside, a sweet aroma hitting their noses the further in they ventured.
Being the Principal of Nevermore Academy came with several perks, the one which was of most use at this current moment was the ability to waltz straight into the back of the schools world class kitchen and take first pick of all the deserts that had been prepared for that evening.
As a rule of thumb they put out said sweets around 45 minutes after the dinner courses were served. Giving ample time for those who had to stay after classes, or just moved a little slower than the other students, to get a bite of real food to eat before the trays of cookies, brownies, cakes and other treats were served.
Everything was always made fresh daily, and with Nevermore’s ravenous Wolfpack, the school never had a problem with food wastes.
Wednesdays little eyes went wide as she took in the almost overwhelming amount of deserts, glancing between them and Larissa in silent question.
“You go ahead and pick anything you want to try little bat. Just one of them though, we don’t want you having too much sugar before bed, your mother would kill me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Wednesday leaned out of Larissa’s arms ever so slightly, little fist coming to rest on her chin as she thoughtfully looked over each and every tray, eyes gleaming with delight.
The amount to choose from was almost overwhelming, but one tray in particular happened to catch the little Addams’ eye. It was piled high with a fudgy looking cookie filled with large chunks of dark chocolate, she pointed a chubby finger over to it.
“I want that one peas!”
Larissa smiled as she walked over to the selected desert and helped her procure one. Placing it on a small plate, she held it securely as she readjusted her hold on Wednesday.
“Let’s take this back to Aunties apartment, that way we can get you ready for bed right after you enjoy it.”
Though slightly disappointed she couldn’t eat it right then and there, Wednesday nodded, wrapping her arms around Larissa’s neck and resting her chin against the tall woman’s shoulder.
Larissa felt her heart swell at the sweet gesture and couldn’t help but place a light kiss on the side of her little head before heading out of the kitchen. Oblivious to the fact that when she had done so, Wednesday had a rare joy-filled smile plastered across her cheeks.
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“Here you go darling, sit right there and enjoy that cookie, I’m going to go get your bath ready.”
“Okay Wissa.”
Wednesday watched from her seat at the coffee table Larissa’s form disappeared from view as she walked into the master bedroom.
Quickly she broke off a piece of the cookie in her hand and scurried to the door to her own bedroom, sneaking inside quietly. She grabbed her backpack, dropping to her knees and unzipped the large compartment.
A set of eight gleaming black eyes stared out at her, as long fuzzy dark legs started to creep over the edge.
“Hi Homer! I gots you dinner, but you gotta stay here, okay? Auntie Wissa doesn’t know I put you in my pak-pak.”
She dropped the piece of the cookie into the backpack, gently petting the tarantula on the top of its fuzzy head, watching as its mandibles flexed. The click of heels alerted the little upstart that Larissa was coming back, and in a hurry she scooted the backpack to the same position it had been in against the wall.
Wednesday quickly left the room, completely forgetting to re-zip the backpack as she rushed out of the room and shut the door.
Sitting back down at the coffee table, cookie in hand like nothing had happened as Larissa walked back into the room with a soft smile on her face.
“Baths all ready to go when you’re done little bat.”
Principal Weems took a seat on the couch behind Wednesday, grabbing her laptop that sat atop a side table and finishing up some emails as her pigtailed upstart enjoyed her desert.
Completely oblivious to the dark furry object that scurried across the hardwood floor from the direction of Wednesdays room.
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Bedtime had went off without a hitch. Wednesday enjoyed a nice warm bath, got cozy in the soft black footsie pajamas that had been bought for her, and the pair read more Frankenstein until the little charges head began to lull back onto the softness of Larissa’s chest.
She had set the book back on the side table, scooped her little bat up into her arms and crouched to lay her in the low-to-the-floor toddler bed. Tucking her in with a soft black blanket and a kiss to the top of her head.
Rissa made sure to check Wednesdays bag for Barnabas, the stuffed bat, and found herself perplexed as to how and why she came across a piece of Wednesdays cookie from earlier.
Shrugging it off as simply a toddler wishing to save a sweet snack for later, Larissa took the cookie to the kitchen and wrapped it up for her to enjoy the next day before heading off to get herself ready for bed.
Emerging from the bathroom in a long green silk nightgown, makeup removed and hair down, she felt refreshed. Sliding underneath the soft comforter of the bed, she settled in.
Usually she would take the time to read before bed, but three more chapters of The Modern Prometheus had tired her immensely, just as it had Wednesday.
Turning off the light she laid back against the pillows, silver hair fanning out around her as she succumbed to a sweet and well deserved slumber.
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A faint tickling sensation on her calf made Principal Weems shift in her sleep, using the foot of her opposite leg to gently scratch it, settling back into her peaceful rest.
Minutes later that sensation would return, this time on her stomach. Rolling on her side a manicured hand would reach up, gently running her nails over the affected area.
She awoke just long enough to shift back onto her, back where she felt most comfortable, before slipping back into sleep.
Much later on, around 3am, the tickling feeling was unbearable. This time it had settled just under the edge of her night gown, upon her chest.
Once again reaching a hand up to relieve the itch, her fingertips came into contact with a lump under the silk.
it moved.
Larissa’s blue eyes shot open, her blood running cold.
There was something underneath her night gown and it had just moved.
Her hand, still hovered over the spot where she had felt the lump, trembled as she lifted the edge of the night gown, peering inside to see just what that something was.
Eight beady black eyes stared back at her. It wasn’t until a long fuzzy leg crept out onto her pale chest did she realize what it was and let out a scream.
Leaping out of bed and frantically shaking out the very large spider free, she watched it as it scurried underneath her large four poster bed.
Larissa didn’t particularly care for spiders, but it was another story entirely when they were crawling on her while she slept.
Grabbing her phone for light, she leaned down to check beneath her bed…seeing no spider in sight.
Her breath hitched as she had a sudden panicked thought of the eight legged behemoth entering her little bats room.
In two quick strides she was at the door, swinging it open only to find a very sleepy Wednesday standing on the other side. One tiny hand poised as if to turn knob, the other rubbing her bleary eyes.
“Auntie Wissa you ‘kay?”
Larissa quickly snatched the girl up into her arms and moved into the living room, flicking on the lights to see any sign of the massive arachnid.
“I- I’m alright Wednesday. There was just
a-“ the principals vigilant eyes darted around the room in search of any moment, “a rather large spider crawled on me. Nothing to worry about darling, I’ve got it under control.”
At the mention of spider, Wednesday began vigorously squirming in Rissa’s arms, breaking free of her hold she slid down the tall woman until her little feet hit the floor and she ran into her bedroom.
“Wednesday stop!”
Larissa was hot on the girls heels, but her tiny toddler body was quicker than it looked. The little one easily evaded her guardian and grasped at the little bat winged backpack.
“Oh no, Homer!”
At that moment the wheels started turning in Larissa’s head. Morticia had told her quite a bit about Wednesdays likes and dislikes, like with dinner earlier, but she had also mentioned that the girl had a menagerie of…exotic pets.
There was:
Aristotle, an octopus.
Nero, a scorpion.
Fang, a lizard.
And Homer…a tarantula.
Oh how she should have known.
“Wednesday, love. Did you by any chance bring a friend with you in your backpack?” Larissa asked in a gentle tone.
The girls face fell, feeling embarrassed she turned her attention to the floor, nodding solemnly.
Larissa crouched down so she was level with the little charge, immediately pulling her into a warm embrace. Wednesday in turn buried her face in the older woman’s neck, refusing to look at her.
They stayed like that for a moment, Larissa’s large hand rubbing gentle soothing circles into her little bats back. Once she felt Wednesday relax ever so slightly, she pulled away to look at her, finding her eyes still wanted to look anywhere except into Rissa’s.
“Sweetheart, look at me,” she brought a finger up to Wednesdays chin, tilting it slightly in encouragement. A smile broke across her face as Wednesdays dark eyes finally trained themselves on her.
“There we go, much better. Darling are you worried I’m upset with you?”
Wednesday nodded, eyes starting to fill with tears that she refused to let fall.
“Shh shh, none of that now. There’s no need for tears my little bat. I’m not mad at you for bringing Homer with you. I do wish you would have told me though love, I’m worried I may have hurt him when he frightened me earlier and I shook him onto the floor, but I’m not upset.”
Wednesday, feeling relieved that her Wissa wasn’t cross with her, dove forward into her arms seeking the comfort of her embrace once more.
Unable to help the chuckle that escaped her, Larissa smoothed a hand over the back of her little head.
“Do you think you can catch him though? The last thing I want to happen is for Homer to get lost in the halls, it’s too big of a world out there for him to wander.”
Vigorously nodding, pigtails swinging wildly about, Wednesday took a step back from Larissa. Starting to prowl around the apartment, she searched for her beloved spider.
“Homer!” She called out, clapping her little hands as though calling a dog.
Moments later a fuzzy figure with eight long legs entered the room, coming straight to the girl who had crouched down, hands lowered to the ground to scoop up the beloved tarantula.
Larissa could hardly believe that had worked. The arachnid was more akin to a docile puppy than a terrifying venomous creature.
She didn’t know much about tarantulas, save for the fact they were cold blooded and preferred seeking out warm places. Briefly wondering if that was the reason he had crawled onto her chest in the first place.
“Wednesday, let’s find Homer a comfortable place to stay for the remainder of your visit, hmm? I’m fairly sure the science lab has some spacious specimen boxes that Homer might find cozy.”
Her little charge in tow, the three of them made their way through the darkened halls of Nevermore. Searching for the perfect container to house the tarantula.
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One weekend visit later…
Wednesday sat on Larissa’s lap as she sat behind her desk. The pair were engrossed in finishing the coloring page they were working on together.
You could tell the parts Larissa had done. All perfectly filled in without going outside the lines even once. Whilst Wednesdays contributions were a mess of sweet scribbles as she tried in earnest to fill in the large dragon in the background. Her little tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in determination.
A knock at the door caught their attention, and before Larissa could open her mouth, Wednesday was already shouting:
“Come in!”
The blonde smiled at the girl as she acted like a tiny principal.
The door opened an in stepped Morticia, Wednesday gasped in delight, sliding off Larissa’s lap and bounding over to her mother.
“Maman!”
“Oh mon petite corbeau! How I’ve missed you!”
Tish gave the girl a tight squeeze and a kiss on the head before turning her attention to the tall blonde woman that sat behind the ornate desk at the far end of the room.
“Did you two have a fun weekend?”
Larissa smirked, the corner of her red lips twitching upwards in amusement as she stared at her former roommate and friend.
“Actually the three of us had a wonderful time.” The blonde softly laughed.
“Three? What do you-“
The principal lifted a manicured hand to the side of her desk that extended toward the back wall of the room, using the gray crayon she still held from coloring with Wednesday to point at the clear plastic insect container with a bright green lid.
Morticia’s mouth dropped open in shock, turning her attention back to her daughter.
“Wednesday Addams! Did you sneak that poor tarantula in your backpack?”
The toddler pursed her lips, seemingly far less concerned at disappointing her mother than she had been with Rissa.
“I wanted Homer to come with me.”
“I understand that mon cœur but you cannot just bring him here without asking your auntie’s permission or mine first. He must have given her a fright when she opened your backpack up!”
Larissa pressed her lips in a thin line, holding back the chuckle that was threatening to escape.
Morticia noticed the peculiar look on the other woman’s face and tilted her head in concern, silently begging for an explanation.
“I didn’t find him in the backpack Tish. He um…crawled up my night gown in my sleep.”
A look of horror crossed the raven haired woman as she started spouting out apologies, but Larissa gently put up a hand to stop her.
“It’s no harm done, I’m just glad I didn’t hurt the little fellow,” standing up from the chair the principal made her way to Wednesdays side, “I suppose I’ll just have to get a terrarium set up in your room in case you ever want to bring Homer back. Would you like that little bat?”
Larissa watched in delight as the girls face lit up in excitement.
“Yes peas!”
Morticia mouthed a quick thank you at Larissa before they stood to gather all of Wednesdays things.
Tish grabbed Homer as Rissa made sure Barnabas was securely zipped up in the bat winged backpack.
Carefully she helped her little charge slide it onto her shoulders, tightening the straps just enough to secure it.
Wednesday turned to face Larissa, who was crouched behind her, and all but leapt into her arms. She squeezed as tight as her little arms could, burying her face into the older woman’s coat as she gently squeezed her in turn.
“I love you Auntie Wissa.”
Larissa felt her heart clench at the words, trying in earnest to stop the tears she felt welling up in her eyes.
“I love you too my little bat.” She said, her voice thick with emotion, placing one last kiss on the top of her head before releasing her to her mother.
“I come back soon okay?”
The little voice called out as she hurried to take her maman’s hand.
Morticia stood just as shocked and emotional as Larissa felt in that moment, neither of them able to believe what the normally stoic girl had said.
“Of course Wednesday, you can come back anytime-“
“Tomorrow?”
“Wednesday we can’t come back tomorrow. We’re visiting your grandmama, remember?” Tish gently chided, squeezing the girls hand.
“Oh I forgot.” Her little lips pursed in thought for a moment. “After?”
She looked at the blonde with a hopeful gaze that made her absolutely melt.
A gentle smile crossed Larissa’s bright red lips, “That sounds perfect.”
Saying their final goodbyes, Larissa walked them to the door and watched them disappear into the hallway.
Once out of sight, she hurried to the window behind her desk, peeking through the curtains as she watched the both of them get into the hearse driven by their butler Lurch.
Her heart felt content as she sat back down at her desk. Pulling out her laptop she began looking up terrariums, intent on finding the best one for Wednesday’s next visit.