"I'd say it's doing its job properly." Sarah looked through the gate to see Susan McMillan walking toward her. "It's keeping out unwanted guests."
The older blonde woman walked with an effortless strut, a sign of her time as a model. Susan had a gorgeous face, and an alluring figure that brought attention to her whenever she entered a room. At the moment she wore athletic wear, likely about to go for a run of her own.
"Unwanted guests? Don't you recognize me?" Sarah said, forgetting for a moment the situation she was in.
"I've never seen you before in my life. The way you dress, I would certainly remember," Susan said, looking down her nose at her. "Going to some sort of costume party?"
She hadn't been on the receiving end from her mother in that way, and she was usually the one giving out, not receiving. She was Sarah McMillan, after all. But she didn't feel particularly McMillanesque at the moment compared to the older woman. She felt...self-conscious under the gaze. "But...I'm..." she stumbled. "...your daughter..."
Susan misunderstood her because of the stumbling. "You're here to see my daughter?" She asked disbelieving.
"What are YOU doing here?" Another voice demanded.
Sarah turned her head to see someone coming up behind Susan. Her eyes started at the fit and toned legs, then up to a rather nice figure, and finally...past the blond hair to the face under it...It took her a moment to recognize it under the makeup and the additional McMillan traits it had absorbed, but... Fuck... She thought.
