[In the grand tradition of impulsive decisions, it is only after she has tossed away her crystal and fetched the first pin from her bedside table that Wysteria realizes the full scope of her error. For there are a dozen hairpins on the little table, yes. But there is also a series of dirty cups, and half her wadrobe is scattered about the room, and the chair before the overflowing desk is hung with every hat she owns.
So Val's knock is greeted with an exclaimed 'One moment!', as Wysteria jams the last of the cups into the chest at the foot of the bed. When the door is answered it virtually flies open, and Wysteria in the doorway is snatching a shawl about her shoulders as if an additional layer will somehow make up for a lack of hairpins and stocking feet.]
Quickly. Come in, [is hissed.] Before anyone sees you.
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So Val's knock is greeted with an exclaimed 'One moment!', as Wysteria jams the last of the cups into the chest at the foot of the bed. When the door is answered it virtually flies open, and Wysteria in the doorway is snatching a shawl about her shoulders as if an additional layer will somehow make up for a lack of hairpins and stocking feet.]
Quickly. Come in, [is hissed.] Before anyone sees you.