The muffled bass of electronic music ebbed through the floorboards of the studio apartment above The Asylum. Therese was taking this relatively quiet moment to gather her thoughts and freshen up before a video chat meeting with a potential business partner from LA.
Pale, graceful fingers swept her bangs to the side in a swoop and secured them with a spritz of hairspray. Therese wore the rest of her hair in a tight bun, and she saw to it that not a single strand was out of place. “Perfect.” She said quietly to herself as she sat before the mirrored vanity. A reflection with mismatched blue and green eyes stared back at Therese and, ironically enough, this imperfection never really bothered her. Jeanette had the same condition since becoming a vampire, and Therese assumed it was just some supernatural genetic thing.
“Wow, look at that!” Jeanette’s chirpy voice cut through the tranquility. Therese turned to see her sister in bed, staring intently at a laptop screen, laying on her stomach with her ankles crossed and swinging up above her.
“Must you always be so intrusive.” Therese practically hissed. Jeanette rolled her eyes and replied: “Must you always be such a stiff?” Her voice was mocking, but she wasn’t really irritated, and thus she continued with the explanation of her exciting discovery. “It’s this movie that’s coming out… there’s a character named Harley Quinn. She totally jacked my style, but I guess she wears it well.”
It was Therese’s turn to roll her eyes. She stood up from the seat in front of the vanity and smoothed down her freshly pressed charcoal grey skirt suit before slipping her feet into a pair of Christian Louboutin ruby red pumps. Feminine, professional, powerful.
“I have an important meeting in 10 minutes. I know that you won’t behave yourself, but I insist that you do so elsewhere.” Therese's words held an edge sharper than the finest of blades.
“Whatever you say, Queen Victoria.” Jeanette muttered under her breath as she clicked the laptop shut and hopped off of her bed. Therese’s eyes followed after Jeanette as her dangerously short plaid skirt fluffed out in time her ridiculous pigtails whilst she waltzed out of the apartment. Only once Therese was certain that Jeanette was really gone did she login to her own computer to await the business call.