After making her fearsome presence felt at the club, Wanda had called the car and had it drive her home. She always thought
Cavendish House was a bit too on the nose for looking like a vampire haunt, but it was her "father's" money and not hers. When the car pulled up in front of the house, she was greeted by a young woman who had just been edging towards 20 when she was turned. She wore a veil over the upper half of her face, though that didn't seem to impede her mobility at all. "Good evening, mother," the young woman said, bowing slightly to Wanda. Wanda smiled at her, "Good evening, daughter. You didn't have to meet me at the door."
"You have a visitor," she said. "I didn't want you unaware."
Wanda frowned, "Very well. Could they not have dealt with your grandfather?"
"He's not here right now. Business in Ireland."
"Oh, right. Well, let us see what our visitor wants," she said, gesturing for the young woman to lead the way into the house.
((Somewhat Open))