 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Her makeup was on fleek. So were her dress (hugging her figure) and silver high heeled shoes. Regina curled a strand of her dark brown hair as she approached the door. The doorbell had just rang and she knew whom it had to be. The door was gracefully opened as she fastened a smile on her face. It was tough work when you were accustomed to smirking. "Hi there,'' she said, completely at ease and confident in herself.
My, my. Didn't he have such a dazzling smile?
"I am as ready as I'll ever be.'' Regina arched an eyebrow suddenly. "What? No flowers to greet a woman with?'' Her smile changed to a smirk as she closed the door behind her. Her brother, Phil, would have a fit if she left it open. She reached out a very well manicured hand to touch the produced portkey. "Let's go.'' The familiar lurch and assortment of feelings were felt when travelling by a portkey but Regina was quite used to it by now.
She opened her eyes when they arrived. "Wow. This is beautiful!'' But she still did not have any idea where they were. She wouldn't admit, however, since she didn't want to look stupid. Instead, she'd look around for an indication to figure it out. Regina was mesmerised by the cacophonous sounds emitting from the many shops around. There were persons shouting in Spanish (yes, she recognised it), sellers banging kitchen utensils and other products to attract potential buyers and music blasted here and there.
"What a sight, isn't it, Allen?"
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