Sophie feels different. But, no, how can she. It was probably something that was happening with her - like puberty. But no. Her body was following a prophecy. She's joined the Neverseen's ranks and become the princess of the Lost Cities. Keefe Sence...
"No!" Fitz repeated, for about the thousandth time. He was perfecting his black bow tie and coat. It had to be perfect. He had to be perfect. He couldn't mess up ever. He wanted him and Sophie to be an item really bad.
Biana had begged and begged to help him, put on a tad bit of make-up, but Fitz refused. He didn't want to seem like he was acting too hard.
Of course, he was going out with the fake Sophie.
Same day : Tadich Grill : 12:30 p.m.
Tadich Grill was a fine restaurant in Atlantis. The best, apparently. Located in Atlantis's Financial District, this restaurant is the oldest continuously run restaurant in the city and the third oldest in the Lost Cities. It's known for its classic desserts and sweet food.
He was waiting for Sophie to come down from Havenfield. Of course, she had to be late. If you weren't fashionably late, you aren't fashionable! Why didn't I think of that?
After waiting a few more minutes, Sophie arrived, as fashionable as ever. She was wearing a pink tank top and blue jeans. She had a light-blue jacket wrapped around her waist, with a Blue Flax flower pulling a bit of her golden-blonde hair up. Her hair was tied in a loose bun with a blue rubber band. In conclusion, she was literally stunning and Fitz was there with a lose coat and black leggings.
"Hey. What do you want to order?" she asked. But, Fitz didn't have the wits to reply. She was just breath-taking. Why, oh why, can't I speak to her like I always do?
Fitz's thoughts were a mess. Something he should say at the back of his mind and something he shouldn't at the front. "Umm, the Tadich Grill?" he said, thinking twice.
She stared at him. He knew he'd done something stupid. Instead of breaking up with him, she laughed. A sweet melodious sound. The best sound he'd heard all week!
"That's the name of the place, not on the menu!" Fitz sighed, relieved. At least he hadn't messed up that bad. He took a look at the menu and went back to trying to have a normal conversation with the love of his life.
On the other hand, Sophie was having to live in hell. Being kind, acting like she actually loves him. Just then, her Imparter rang. It was Lady Gisela. It just had to be Lady Gisela. "Sorry, I have to take this. You order, I'll be right back."
She got up from her chair and picked up the Imparter. "Yes, boss?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! Okay. Report to me here, we're gonna tell the real Sophie, that your actually Imogen. The most evil criminal mastermind ever seen before! Muhahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!"
When Imogen tried to join in, Lady Gisela said "It doesn't suit you." and hung up.
Stupid Boss Lady. Doesn't do anything right. Her DP is not that cool too!
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She left a poor Fitz stranded in the hotel with two plates filled with macaroni and mallowmelt, with a side plate of butter-blasts!
