[ The exhibit is nothing short of impressive and everything she had hoped for - probably made even more wonderful by the company. The weather had been less than ideal, but she had learned how to dance even in the face of a downpour, and this is no exception to that. But she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't thankful that her apartment is close by and a convenient, cozy shelter from the storm.
It's the first time she's invited Wanda over and that fact isn't lost on her. Thankfully she'd had the foresight to clean that weekend, not because she expected company, but because she had finally grown sick of her own mess. What Wanda sees is the best version of Hilda's apartment - bright pops of colour, maximalist by every definition of the word, but very much the home of an interior designer who had reached not only industry fame but social media fame as well.
A shower isn't necessarily needed, but Hilda needs a moment to cover the nerves that had suddenly appeared when faced with the reality of Wanda possibly staying the night. The nice thing about having company over that she wants to make a good impression for (and the fact that the kettle is on), means that her normally long showers are kept succinct. When she emerges with mostly dry hair and in a cozy pajama set with slippers on her feet she immediately heads to the kitchen to check on their tea.
She doesn't expect to see Wanda curled up on the couch fast asleep but when she's confronted with the sight she can't help but linger in the entranceway, admiring the way that the lighting casts gentle shadows on her face. With care she places the mugs on the table, before kneeling beside the couch. Instinct has her reaching out to rouse her, but as she's crouched there, she can't help but lightly brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, admiring the gentle flutter of Wanda's lashes with the faintest smile on her face. ]
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It's the first time she's invited Wanda over and that fact isn't lost on her. Thankfully she'd had the foresight to clean that weekend, not because she expected company, but because she had finally grown sick of her own mess. What Wanda sees is the best version of Hilda's apartment - bright pops of colour, maximalist by every definition of the word, but very much the home of an interior designer who had reached not only industry fame but social media fame as well.
A shower isn't necessarily needed, but Hilda needs a moment to cover the nerves that had suddenly appeared when faced with the reality of Wanda possibly staying the night. The nice thing about having company over that she wants to make a good impression for (and the fact that the kettle is on), means that her normally long showers are kept succinct. When she emerges with mostly dry hair and in a cozy pajama set with slippers on her feet she immediately heads to the kitchen to check on their tea.
She doesn't expect to see Wanda curled up on the couch fast asleep but when she's confronted with the sight she can't help but linger in the entranceway, admiring the way that the lighting casts gentle shadows on her face. With care she places the mugs on the table, before kneeling beside the couch. Instinct has her reaching out to rouse her, but as she's crouched there, she can't help but lightly brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, admiring the gentle flutter of Wanda's lashes with the faintest smile on her face. ]