Wednesday would never expect his life to be like his parent. He would even bet on it. Guess he spoke too soon when she walk in his view, pooled in red blood and a nervous smile. Emotions over emotions of something he never felt just washed over him...
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Today held a special significance for Adriana, marking an event that had occurred two days earlier when she and Wednesday had shared their customary lunchtime rendezvous on the school rooftop. While Wednesday contemplated the potentiality of his demise, Adriana indulged in her homemade lunch or lamented about the subpar offerings from the school cafeteria.
Amidst their usual routine, Wednesday had mustered the courage to invite her to his house for a séance aimed at communicating with Uncle Fester. It had taken him days to gather the resolve to extend the invitation, spurred on not by any particular occasion but by the effortless way Adriana had coaxed him, rendering him easily begun distracted by her.
Regardless, Wednesday had extended the invitation, which included a sleepover, and Adriana had obtained her father's approval, partly due to Tom and Gomez's burgeoning friendship and partly because Tom had a late shift at the hospital.
Adriana stood before the full-length mirror in her room, taking a moment to carefully assess her appearance. With a sense of excitement bubbling within her, she reached over to pull the curtains shut. She couldn't quite put her finger on why she felt the need to impress him, but something was thrilling about the idea of seeing his reaction, especially if she tried out a style reminiscent of Morticia's.
Stepping away from her usual low-key look, Adriana decided to go all out with her makeup. She opted for a bold, smoky eye and a vibrant red lipstick, wanting to make a statement. As for her outfit, she chose a sleek black dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. The dress had a sleeveless design, but it was modestly cut at the neckline, and it featured playful ruffles at the knee-length hem. With her hair left down in loose waves and accessorized with gold jewelry, she felt like she was ready to tackle whatever the evening had in store.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Adriana couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. She was stepping out of her comfort zone, but something was empowering about embracing a new look. With a smile on her face, she headed out the door, eager to see how Wednesday would react to her bold new style.
As Adriana approached the Addams' gate, she offered a silent word of thanks as it swung open for her, granting her entry into the mysterious abode. Upon stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by two unfamiliar faces, accompanied by Lurch, the imposing butler. Wednesday had warned her about these guests, mentioning that he had never been fond of them.
With a small backpack slung over her shoulder, Adriana made her way towards the trio, her arms folded behind her back. Lurch's eyes fell upon her first, offering a polite greeting in his usual monotone voice. Despite his lack of enthusiasm, Adriana couldn't help but beam at him with her widest smile. Her grin only grew wider as the attention of the two guests shifted towards her.
"Hello there. Adriana." Tully greeted her back, reaching out to shake her hand. However, Adriana couldn't help but notice a hint of confusion and worry in his expression for some reason. "I'm Tully, and this is my wife, Margaret." As Lurch assisted the couple with removing their wet overcoats, Adriana managed to maintain a dry appearance despite having walked to the Addams' house in the rain.
