Xaviers!

Wanda reflected that she spent a lot of time in night clubs. If it wasn't her own, she was scouting the competition. Or she was seeing and being seen by important eyes. She really wished her sire would get back from his business in Ireland. Then he could at least do some of the appearance maintenance. Currently she was in a VIP booth at Drama Park Lane, watching the crowd mill around, making deals and breaking alliances. Miranda sat not too far away, wearing sunglasses instead of a veil tonight. A couple of mostly human bodyguards also hovered nearby, a concession to Wanda's sire's incessant worrying about his 'daughter'.

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