Back in town.

[Sorting through the springtime section of her closet.]

[Walks directly into Rupert Penrose on her way out of a trendy little coffee place, splattering her nitro cold brew across the pavement at their feet.]

[A flicker of hurt crosses Lena’s face when she comes across one such post by Bridget Cress promoting the bar’s opening.]

Noted.

[Shopping rather lavishly.]

Nights in white.

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With the right partner.

[Touching up a floral arrangement with lethal precision.]

Forever I’m that girl. #SeductiveSunday

Hidden meetings.

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[She steps out into the bar proper just in time to hear a *shriek* as a woman dumps a roach, still writhing, from her full martini glass; her friend live streams the entire affair.] "Oh my *God,* we're at Serpent's End, and there's a *bug* in her drink...!"

Revival.