Piritta laughed, tugging on Cyril's hand. "Come on! We're going to be late!" she whined despite the laughter in her eyes. She'd just pulled away from the bathroom mirror at his, or rather, their apartment where she'd been fixing her hair. "I'm the designer and I'm ready before you!" One hand landed on her hip. Never mind the fact that it was her that got in his way, taking up all the space and the bathroom counters in her mission to look beautiful.

Excitement wouldn't let her stand still though. She spun away again to slip on her sandals. Today she would get to go to a work meeting even if a brief one. And really, she couldn't wait to tell Ren and Tristian the good news and see how they were. Everyone around Tristian must be feeling great after that show. What better time to say she'd found her soulmate?

The thought still left nerves welling up in her, just the idea of saying that in front of friends, but the rest of her loved the thought. Only two weeks passed since the fateful party, but she didn't think she could be any more in love. "Ready?"