The Medium
Lady Lydia Hoyt-Moore stifled a sigh and fanned herself with the program from her friend's musical. Lord, how I hate these insipid gatherings, she thought and adjusted her skirts. She smiled over at Dowager Meredith Rawlings, the matriarch responsible for those putting on this despicable show. The term friend was loosely bandied around; hardly anyone had any true friends. They were all 'friends', or public acquaintances. Such vapid little people held no interest whatsoever for Lydia, never mind...
Supernatural