She preened demurely, a contradictory state she had somehow mastered long ago, drinking in the compliments. She hid the photo away for her to treasure privately.

"You're slipping, Darling," she teased fondly, "Months? Mm. Think it will take that long to get him to like me?" Her expression betrayed a hint of insecurity. Usually it wasn't this hard for her. This was her thing, and she'd been here for what felt like ages now without exchanging more than glances.