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Giovanna sat in what she presumed was Cordelia and James's bedroom with Cordelia rummaging through her dresses for something for Giovanna to change into while the Wrayburn girl dried her hair with a towel. Despite Giovanna only meeting the young Herondale couple earlier in the day, they had already shown her a great deal of kindness. If Giovanna had shown up on any other person's doorstep dripping wet, robe clinging to her skin showing the runes on her body through it, she would instantly be met with a door to her face.
Instead of turning her away, James beckoned her into the house while shouting for Cordelia to get a towel. Giovanna was sure she had never had such kindness thrown her way from anyone before, even the friends she had back in York.
"This should fit you," Cordelia said, holding a dress out to Giovanna with a soft smile.
Giovanna took it and stood from the chair she was sitting in. The room felt lived in and loved, so much unlike her own home (which Giovanna thought wasn't her real home but she would never tell her mother that).
"Thank you," Giovanna said and took the dress from Cordelia's arms. The fabric was a dark red and completely unlike anything Giovanna owned.
"We did say that you could meet everyone in a more relaxed manner compared to any other social event," Cordelia began. "But I wasn't expecting you to arrive in your robe." There was a glimmer of laughter in her eyes.
Giovanna smiled. "I like to make an impression."
As she stepped into the connecting bathroom to change, Giovanna peeled the wet fabric away from her body and let it fall to the floor before slipping the dress onto her body. It was a little tight in her arms but it wasn't too uncomfortable. The dress clung to her body in a way no dress ever had before. Giovanna liked it.
Once she stepped out of the bathroom, Cordelia smiled at her. "It suits you."
Giovanna looked down at the dress once more and she couldn't keep the smile from her face. "I've never owned a dress like this before."
Cordelia beckoned her over to the vanity and Giovanna noticed the brush in her hand. Once she was situated in front of the mirror, Giovanna winced at how knotted her hair looked. It was still damp but from the vigorous towel drying she had done, it was sticking up in all directions. Cordelia began to gently comb through the knots with her fingers. Apologising under her breath when she accidentally tugged too hard causing Giovanna to wince.
Giovanna closed her eyes. The feeling of Cordelia's fingers brushing her hair was pleasant. It was an experience she hadn't had since she was a child. Her mother was never a very touchy person.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Giovanna spoke before she could stop herself.
Cordelia halted her movements. "What do you mean?"
