<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous excitement<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/>Not for the first time that day, Celeste St. James marveled at how quickly things had escalated between herself and the couple she was on her way to meet. It began with a simple response to an ad the Sinclair's had placed on the internet. Celeste never really expected it to go anywhere. People posted things online all the time, and very rarely followed through. Still, the life Erin and Mar described in their ad had captivated the girl's imagination: a different sort of family, unlike anything she'd had before.<br/><br/>Abuse had never really been a problem in her family. Her father had been largely absent and her mother didn't believe in discipline. Freedom and independence were what children needed, especially little girls. A nice sentiment, perhaps, but it was one that Celeste never really understood. Why did people value independence so highly? Men were forced into it and scorned when they felt short - she felt badly for them because of it. Perhaps going too far the other way was just as unhealthy. It was true, of course, that no woman should ever need to rely entirely upon another person. But people did rely upon each other, for love, affection, support. Those things had been missing from Celeste's life growing up. But she had her independence. And freedom.<br/><br/>Celeste hated her mother.<br/><br/>The hostess greeted the girl at the door and ushered her inside. "Celeste, right? You're here for Mar and Erin?" She nodded and the two exchanged pleasantries as they made their way through<em>View of Mar's</em>. It was a little too fancy for a college girl's budget. Just about any restaurant was, especially now that her scholarships had been suspended and her savings account running dry. The place was even nicer to Celeste's eye than the reviews she'd read about it. Most of them heaped praise, but they still didn't do justice to Mar's restaurant. Silently, she wondered if she'd be able to eat here more often now. She hoped so.<br/><br/>It occurred to her then just how much her life was about to change, assuming this meeting went well. And there was no reason to suspect that it would not. They'd gotten along wonderfully so far. Celeste had heard once before that you couldn't fall in love with someone unless you were physically in their presence - something to do with your biochemistry matching theirs. She knew now that was nonsense. In the few weeks that they'd known each other, exchanged texts, talked on the phone, and had a few video-chats, the girl had fallen pretty hard for the two older women.<br/><br/>"Just in there." The hostess pushed the door open to what must have been the private dining room. Celeste stepped nervously over the threshold.<br/><br/>She wore a sweet little dress with a light background and dark, floral patterns. It showed off a fair amount of sun-kissed skin, but it wasn't exactly immodest either. The skirt covered most of her thighs, except perhaps an inch or two above the knee. Golden hair flowed down over one shoulder, and two pink little circles brightened up her clearly nervous expression. She bit her lip when suddenly Erin greeted her with a kiss and a hug! She returned the hug, squeezing perhaps a little tighter than she meant to, almost clinging, before letting go.<br/><br/>"I can't believe I'm here." She said, beaming.<br/>