[ She's a perfectly reasonable height, there's no need to be dramatic about it. Benedict, on the other hand, has hit his head on lintels more than once, and has to get his trousers custom-tailored to make sure the inseam is long enough.
Granted, he usually wears bespoke suits anyway, but for his every day wear he's not quite so snobbish as to insist on hand-sewn trousers. Tailored off the rack is fine. ]
Now here we are.
[ Here they are, standing slightly out of the way while Benedict's aunt rapidly approaches them. He can tell she's sizing them up; she's too well-mannered and too polished a hostess to be actively staring, but he knows he's going to get grilled about this girl he's brought home the second the opportunity presents itself. Kate herself might get interrogated, if the mood strikes. He hopes she's braced herself.
Finally, it's their turn. His aunt, a striking woman of perfectly average height but with aristocratic high cheekbones and piercingly blue eyes, steps up in front of them and opens her arms.
Benedict, darling, she says, as Benedict releases Kate from the arm he had wrapped around her so he can embrace his aunt instead, dutifully bending down far enough to kiss her cheek and let himself be kissed in return. Why must you make it so difficult for us to see you? Don't tell me I have to keep orchestrating galas like this one to coax you to come visit. It's a dreadful chore. But never mind all that, who's this?
Like she doesn't know who Kate is. He told her the moment Kate agreed that he'd be bringing his girlfriend with him, even gave her Kate's full name so she could presumably be googled. Shaking his head, Benedict smiles and lets his aunt rub at his cheek for a moment to wipe away her lipstick before stepping back so he can reach for Kate's hand and give it a little bracing squeeze. ]
Aunt Helen, this is my girlfriend Kate. [ Nice. He didn't even stumble over that one. ] Kate, my aunt.
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Date: 2021-10-13 05:59 pm (UTC)Granted, he usually wears bespoke suits anyway, but for his every day wear he's not quite so snobbish as to insist on hand-sewn trousers. Tailored off the rack is fine. ]
Now here we are.
[ Here they are, standing slightly out of the way while Benedict's aunt rapidly approaches them. He can tell she's sizing them up; she's too well-mannered and too polished a hostess to be actively staring, but he knows he's going to get grilled about this girl he's brought home the second the opportunity presents itself. Kate herself might get interrogated, if the mood strikes. He hopes she's braced herself.
Finally, it's their turn. His aunt, a striking woman of perfectly average height but with aristocratic high cheekbones and piercingly blue eyes, steps up in front of them and opens her arms.
Benedict, darling, she says, as Benedict releases Kate from the arm he had wrapped around her so he can embrace his aunt instead, dutifully bending down far enough to kiss her cheek and let himself be kissed in return. Why must you make it so difficult for us to see you? Don't tell me I have to keep orchestrating galas like this one to coax you to come visit. It's a dreadful chore. But never mind all that, who's this?
Like she doesn't know who Kate is. He told her the moment Kate agreed that he'd be bringing his girlfriend with him, even gave her Kate's full name so she could presumably be googled. Shaking his head, Benedict smiles and lets his aunt rub at his cheek for a moment to wipe away her lipstick before stepping back so he can reach for Kate's hand and give it a little bracing squeeze. ]
Aunt Helen, this is my girlfriend Kate. [ Nice. He didn't even stumble over that one. ] Kate, my aunt.