Girls' Night (Manifesto)

[Sofia Vasilieva]

It was clear Colette was used to being at the apex of her social scene. She accepted the drink choice and service, and conducted herself with grace and refinement.

But Sofia didn’t like being compared to a boat.

It suggested a brevity of importance, like Sofia’s magnanimity was no more than a stepping stone to higher powers. She took a delicate draw on the ecig, and after a long moment exhaled the sweet-smelling smoke. The question was ignored, given it was a presumptive enquiry into the ways Sofia’s ties might be of use. But she wasn’t the petitioner here.

“I have a vested interest in seeing you don’t sink,” she said. “But you’ll need more than a pretty smile and good manners.” Her head tilted a little, blonde hair brushing the side of a perfect jawline. When she smiled it wasn’t unkind. “What do you plan to accomplish in Moscow?”