The advantage of maintaining a cover as a successfull antique-dealer was that renting a flat for a while wasn´t a problem, a small but exquisite home away from home with only a few, minor clues of who the resident was. Caprice preffered to wear her belongings anyhow, like the handcrafted bead bracelets around her thin wrist and the white gold ring on her finger. It was much safer that way.<br/><br/>Especially if someone knocked at her door while she was getting ready to attend an evening auction.<br/><br/>Muttering as she pulled on black high heeled sling backs Caprice threw a glance in the mirror, making sure that her blonde curls were bobbing vigouriously around her pretty head and that the knee lenght dress looked flawless. With it´s A-line skirt and slim waist the dress put Caprice´s curves to the right use, the deep v-neckline acceptable with a string of white pearls and the long sleeves bringing it up to conservatively sexy.<br/><br/>Moving with grace and slight impatience Caprice threw up the door, staring at the young man with her icy green eyes.<br/><br/>"Yes?"