The night warm, with a cool wind, and as Millicent walked down the streetways to Harrah's Casino, finally an evening out, she hummed to herself.<br/><br/>This was something she had not done since the night with Solas, since he brought Arella back to life within her small body; she had not let the toddler from her sight.<br/><br/>Izzy had suggested Mill needed this time, they had spoken almost every day, and Arella had become a stable part of the visits to Izzy's floral shop. Izzy had a friend in New Orlean's that she had promised Mill would provide excellent babysitting needs, and Mill trusted Izzy with her entire being, enough to allow another to watch over Arella for an evening out.<br/><br/>Mill inhaled slowly, her hair blowing in the wind, reassuring herself that if anything were to happen, Arella knew how to contact her mother; all she had to do was think. They had practiced this every day, and Mill felt safe that the evil One was no where near this place.<br/><br/>Izzy was to meet her there, after she closed her shop, so Mill proceeded slowly, in no rush.<br/><br/>The lights brightening in her view, and she could already hear the binging and music of the slot machines ringing in her ears even from a slight distance.<br/><br/>Izzy told her to dress more than her casual look, and even offered advice only close friends can when she, Arella and Izzy went shopping weeks ago, and Mill opted to wear an outfit that Izzy had picked out for her tonight; A form-fitting black silk dress, the simplicity of the sleeveless garment giving way to show off Millicent's toned legs and arms, and the plunging neckline, from what Izzy said, was the way to go. Millicent wore her cross, as always, and Izzy made sure the outfit was complete with a pair of black stiletto heels.<br/><br/>Mill had her hair pulled back at the sides, loose curls falling down her back and around her shoulders. She refused the make-up, and giggled at remembering how Izzy kept nudging she should have it. Mill drew the line there.<br/><br/>Her heels clicked as she neared the main entrance, now biting at her lower lip, glancing around for Izzy. Her right ankle she toyed with, balancing her weight on her left foot, her right heel she moved in slow circles as she waited.<br/><br/>Millicent had not told Izzy about the night Solas came to her apartment, and what they did. She never had the chance with Arella always around them, and Izzy was her only female friend; she expected him back by now, and he wasn't, she felt, he was not going to return, and this tore at her heart. She loved this man, for so long, and she remembers his words, but more time has passed than should have by now.<br/><br/>To further her concerns, two days ago, she was given affirmation of what she knew, they knew, the night she and he spent together. How was she to handle this? How to even begin to tell Izzy?<br/><br/>Millicent pulled her right hand up to a stray lock of hair and began to wrap her forefinger around it, nervously, bright eyes looking for her friend.