In fairness, her acting skills had improved enormously and, as her brother had remained stern but comforted her and told her that it was for her own good, that he understood but it was what they had to do now and he knew how much she missed mother, Zana felt more than a little proud of herself. Because what they had been building up to was this meeting. Wyllum Tariq, heir to the Tariq family of Viden had told Theo about Zane and suggested a solution for Zana's obviously far too naive and reckless ways involving the Yalta family. As luck had seen to it, while Theo had been improving his sword skill with Wyllum, Zana had been chatting to Ses'ka Yalta.
Which meant that, when Theo knocked the door, Zana called for him to come in and she was already standing up. The dress she wore was pretty - almost the kind of dress a child would wear except for how she filled it. Her hair was loose and brushed over one shoulder and, whilst she had spent an entire break on her make up alone, it looked like she wore almost none. She was pleased with the very subtle accentuation of her already beautiful features. The necklace Theo had given her nestled against her chest, the earrings sparkled in her ears and the bracelet, too. Zana knew it, without a doubt, she looked just how she wanted to look. Young, vulnerable and yet, there was just a promise of something more. Oh and, of course, gorgeous. But that was a given. She gave a shy smile to Theo though she was pleased at the sudden colour change in his eyes and it showed in her own. "Have the guests arrived?"
Theo opened the door to the parlor where their guests had already been greeted by him and servants had seen to their refreshments. It had given him the opportunity to have a quiet word, of course, with Wyllum and to greet Ses'ka personally. When he showed her in, Zana smiled at them both as Theo introduced her. He was loving this dominant , overbearing big brother act, Zana thought. A little too much. Tonight, she was going to exact a slow and painful revenge. Smiling demurely, she greeted them both as he introduced her to them. "It's a pleasure to see you again," she said to Ses'ka, who was the very picture of casual grace and elegance. "Very much likewise. I'm delighted to receive the invitation from you both," her eyes flicked briefly to Theo and Zana recognized the look. She was sure that Theo did too, but he might not have seen it since he was so busy playing dutiful elder brother. To Wyllum, she offered her hand and smiled when he took it and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tariq," she said and he waved his hand. "That is my father. Call me Wyllum." It was minute, the glance over her he gave, but it was there. He liked what he saw, too, Zana could tell. This was good.
Zana smiled at him, a shy and uncertain smile to be sure. He, of course, waited for the women to be seated and Zana moved to where Theo steered her, where she sat and waited, quietly, her hands folded in her lap as a servant poured the tea and got everything in place, then left. "So," Ses'ka said, apparently addressing all three of them. "This is very lovely. So very kind of you to invite us to your home." There was a question, there was no doubt and her gaze was far more on Theo than anyone else.
You're such a fake, that ain't the way I see you..