Sure it would be a lovely day. It would a lovely day because Mr. Daker<strong>said</strong>it would be a lovely day. It would be a lovely day because her mother had<strong>planned</strong>a lovely day for Mr. Daker and the attendees of the grand opening of the Daker Hotel.<br/><br/>Just because everyone was telling her it would be a lovely day though, didn't mean that she had to agree with them.<br/><br/>Mollie Spires was a generally a contrary individual, especially where it concerned her mother. Mrs. Spires was outwardly perfect, and she planned perfect events. It was how she had gotten the job at the Daker Hotel. Mrs. Spires also enjoyed meddling in her daughter's life, which Mollie did not take to very kindly.<br/><br/>Her meddling mother was how she ended up with this job. It's not that the job was difficult. Waitressing large events for a big hotel was actually easy. All it involved was walking around with a tray full of champagne or hors d'oeuvres and offering them mutely to anyone you passed with a smile plastered on your face. -Okay. That last part might be a bit difficult, but if she really tried, she could pull it off.- It was the fact that her mother wanted her to<strong>do</strong>something with her life, as if art could never be an actual job.<br/><br/>So it was that Mollie hefted a tray of champagne glasses, rolling her eyes and scowling lightly in the process. As she passed the Head Waiter on her way out the door, she plastered a false, sickeningly sweet smile on her face. He glared a bit at her in turn, letting her know with a hand gesture that he would be watching her; it didn't matter<strong>who</strong>her mother was.<br/><br/>With another roll of her eyes, she was making her way into the crowd when she turned her head to stick her tongue out at him for the briefest moment. Then she was gone, weaving between patrons and offering her wares with her comely looks and a modest smile.