<span style="font-family:Viga">“Hmm,” Adelaide hummed softly when William informed him that the suggestions from Antoine weren’t necessarily always coming from Antoine himself. She was surprised she was only just learning of that now and her curiosity as to why she wouldn’t have known such a thing danced on the edges of her expressions. She wasn’t about to question him about it directly, particularly not while they were out and about, simply because it wasn’t her place to do so and she did know how to keep to tradition in some situations. That didn’t mean it was out of the realm of possibility for her to ask about it later, though, if she remembered. <br/>
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For now, she simply added, “Well then, remind me to compliment her tastes the next time we go out with them.” <br/>
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It wasn’t entirely uncommon for them to go out with some of William’s friends from work and every once in a while, they would find themselves sharing the company of some of Adelaide’s own coworkers. Work was simply an easy place to draw company from. “Sounds like a date, then,” she remarked with a smile, letting him see the full blast of the happiness she wore on her expression. <br/>
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Having William was more than just a way of filling the void that Louis had left within her life when he’d passed on. For Adelaide, William was someone who accepted her independence and who knew how to weave himself into that life she’d made for herself without taking away her right to it and that was something she valued almost as much as the relationship itself. It was very hard for someone like her to find anyone who was capable of accepting that she was a woman who could actually care for herself and it was nice to know that by spending her time with William, she was choosing to lean on the support he offered rather than doing so because she had no other choice. Adelaide actually pitied the women who didn’t have any choice in their situations. <br/>
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Once she had her hot chocolate, she savored the first taste before cutting into her breakfast coated in sweet confectioner’s sugar, something that would probably pale the color of her lips. It was, of course, delightful, but she didn’t come out and say that. Instead, after taking a sip, Adelaide took a bite of her french toast and then another drink of the hot chocolate. By then, she was fairly certain that she had a good understanding of what her face looked like. Beneath her nose would be coated in a chocolate mustache, her top lip itself would be white from powdered sugar stains and then her bottom lip would be the soft pink that she usually possessed. <br/>
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Turning to face him, she gave him a good chance to see and then she just started laughing. It was a sound that wove its way around; it was the kind of laugh someone could only give when they were happy. <br/>
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It took a few minutes, but she calmed down a bit and then she grabbed a napkin and wiped her face, once again becoming more of a lady. <br/>
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“I’m not sure if they’ll have me out story writing today or not. Yesterday, I was actually editing some articles which really wasn’t bad at all. I don’t think they’ll actually promote me to editor or anything like that, but being trusted with the work of it is still wonderful.”</span>