Post by Gemma Dove on Mar 21, 2016 16:05:44 GMT
Sometimes it really worked in her favour to be carrying the bloodline of Aphrodite. Gemma smiled brightly, looking down at her silver tea tray, whom was one final single sample of the tearoom's latest tea combination. She'd been instructed by her Father to test the public on if the new flavour was popular enough to warrant offering it on the expensive drinks menu, so the bouncy blonde had opted to stand outside of the vintage stylings of Sophisticated Grace and offer out the small cups filled with the warming brew to anyone who passed by.
But it seemed few people were interested in trying the drink with the weather getting warmer, so with pouted pink glossed lips, Gemma had slipped on her glamour. Within minutes she was surrounded by members of the public, all seemingly desperate to try a sample and try to engage the blonde in small talk. With a bright, sunshine smile, Gemma had managed to get rid of nearly the entire tray, save for one solitary sample; She'd dropped her glamour for fear of gaining a headache through overuse, and after some minutes she'd managed to get the ones who seemed intent on hanging around her to be on their way.
That left her one single sample, whom she'd decided she was going to give out to someone who seemed they'd truly adore the sweet raspberry tea.
She was clad in the uniform of the tearoom, an old fashioned maid styled outfit with a little apron; The dress came to her knees, her mass of blonde curls swept up into a ponytail which bounced a little against her back as she looked up and down the street, trying to spot someone who looked as though they'd enjoy a pleasantly warming free cup of speciality tea.
But it seemed few people were interested in trying the drink with the weather getting warmer, so with pouted pink glossed lips, Gemma had slipped on her glamour. Within minutes she was surrounded by members of the public, all seemingly desperate to try a sample and try to engage the blonde in small talk. With a bright, sunshine smile, Gemma had managed to get rid of nearly the entire tray, save for one solitary sample; She'd dropped her glamour for fear of gaining a headache through overuse, and after some minutes she'd managed to get the ones who seemed intent on hanging around her to be on their way.
That left her one single sample, whom she'd decided she was going to give out to someone who seemed they'd truly adore the sweet raspberry tea.
She was clad in the uniform of the tearoom, an old fashioned maid styled outfit with a little apron; The dress came to her knees, her mass of blonde curls swept up into a ponytail which bounced a little against her back as she looked up and down the street, trying to spot someone who looked as though they'd enjoy a pleasantly warming free cup of speciality tea.
