Kate sat and looked about the restaurant waiting for this mysterious visitor from a foreign land. Her publicist had called her out of the blue yesterday and said that she just had to meet with this woman. She was some kind of dignitary from India or something and their meeting would be PR and good publicity gold. She rarely got calls from the woman as it was her job to keep things good and they were rarely bad, but when she did she knew it was probably important. Usually some kind of event that she knew Kate would care about or something she had taken interest in and was watching for the young Brit. In all honesty Kate wished to god that she didn’t need the woman at all but after the business with her father, then her mother’s mental brake that pulled them out of the public eye and now her reappearance and continent hopping those around her thought it was best that there be someone to keep the family name on the side of good news and out of the tabloids. Kate was after all the only member of her family left and her life wasn’t exactly unnewsworthy. If the tabloids knew all the different things she had done since coming out of seclusion they would probably have a field day dragging her through the mud. This was the only reason that she was sitting here now. Any publicity was good to keep the vultures at bay and if it was good Kate was all the better for it.

Kate turned her head to look out the large window she had conveniently been placed next to where the paparazzi and papers could easily get picture after picture of her and this mystery woman who they probably know more about then Kate did. She smiled politely at the men outside the window and sighed in boredom wishing she had brought a book or something to entertain herself with.

“Your tea Lady Finch-Hatton. It’s made just the way you like it.” Kate turned her head to look up at the kind smile of her waitress Amanda. This was a bistro Kate knew well and they knew her and for some reason Amanda here refused to call her by anything other then her title. She had said something about it being really cool to have English royalty in their establishment. Kate had just shrugged and moved on giving up on trying to convince her to stop. She wasn't exactly a fan of her title but she figured that today she was going to have to own it for whoever this was.

“Thank you Amanda.” Kate smiled as the girl walked away and turned to sipping her tea while she waited for her unknown companion.

There was a low murmur in the restaurant as the door opened and the Goddess walked in. She was used to the looks of Americans by now; even at highly respected establishments like this one, there were always people who blatantly stared and showed no signs of respect for the divine.

Mahadevi swept into the restaurant; she was not wearing her full divine regalia, she was out to have lunch with a lady of high birth, after all, there was no need to dress for worship. She was wearing a dress made of blue silk embroidered with silver and the silver-and-sapphire jewelry that went with it; simple yet elegant. Not to mention expensive.

She was escorted to the table and then her entourage left her alone with the young lady she was supposed to have lunch and a polite conversation with. Mahadevi looked at the Lady and nodded to her in greeting, offering one of her hands for a handshake.

"Lady Finch-Hatton."

The events that led her lunch mate to her table were like watching a parade. First Kate watched as the paparazzi moved away from watching her through the window to rushing a sleek black car and the door and blocking her view. Next was the procession of people she watched come at her as people around the restaurant gawked at what she could only assume was her visitor as they made their way over to her table. Once again Kate’s view was obscured only getting slight glances at the obviously Indian looking woman. Thankfully however the procession dissipated as it arrived at her table to reveal the woman in question. She was about Kate’s height with a slender build and long black hair. She was dressed far finer then Kate’s blue dress and orange pumps but that wasn’t exactly something Kate wasn’t used to. The first few times she had been invited to various day time events at the English Embassy she had felt rather underdressed too. Though, in this instance it was more a case of her companion being over dressed for the upscale but casual restaurant.

Kate stood and shook the hand of the woman. She had long since gotten used to physical mutations of many different persuasions while living within the mansion, so all that was left to do was muster as welcoming a smile as she could. “It is very nice to meet you Mahadevi.” She extended her hand indicating to the empty chair across from the one she now stood in front of, “Won’t you have a seat.” As Mahadevi sat Kate did the same waving over to Amanda so she was aware that they would be ready to order soon.

>>“It is very nice to meet you Mahadevi. Won’t you have a seat.”

The young woman's hand was warm to the touch, and Mahadevi let go after a short handshake, and took her seat across the table from Lady Finch-Hatton. People murmured, people watched, paparazzi snapped pictures from outside the window. Mahadevi ignored all of that.

"I assume you must be quite used to the attention" she noted to the English lady politely "People in this country can be quite obnoxious. Still, they insisted on us meeting in public, to give them something to talk about."

Kate smiled as politely as she could waving the waitress over as Mahadevi sat down. “Their reactions to people they consider to be of higher status then them can take some getting used to but all you have to do is remember that they don’t have royalty and such in this country. The idea is both foreign and interesting to them. And I prefer to meet in public when it comes to things involving good press. I work rather hard to keep my image up so I may have the opportunities to do good work if I can.”

As Kate finished speaking the waitress arrived with a glass of water for the Ladies’ guest and an expectant smile, “What can I get you to drink miss?”

>>“Their reactions to people they consider to be of higher status then them can take some getting used to but all you have to do is remember that they don’t have royalty and such in this country. The idea is both foreign and interesting to them. And I prefer to meet in public when it comes to things involving good press. I work rather hard to keep my image up so I may have the opportunities to do good work if I can.”

That was quite the fascinating idea. Relying on the eyes and ears of obnoxius little people to be able to do good? The lack of royalty really did damage to the soul of the people. Mahadevi felt worried for them for a fleeting split second.

>>“What can I get you to drink miss?”

She ordered herself a cocktail; she knew her choice, just like everything else about the meeting, would be analyzed later, so she made sure to make a show of it. When the waitress left, she turned back to Kate.

"So, what good do you expect to do with the help of their attention?" she was honestly curious.