A beautiful, peaceful day was quickly turning into a lovely evening. Ja’nar stood out on the balcony of her senatorial apartment, her deep brown orbs gazing out at the city that stretched out before her. It was a beautiful sight, the shades of red shining off of the glass structures, the lights slowly turning on around her, twinkling through the speeder traffic. She would take in a deep breath of air. She felt so confined here, here on the Imperial Center; she wanted to come out of this cave to see the world hanging upside down. She wanted to make her sirens call, to sing whatever she wanted. She needed freedom now and too live her life like it was meant to be. She would push herself away from the railing as she turned to look inside the apartment.
Ja’nar rarely stayed within this apartment; she preferred her private one that was far away from the Imperial Senate Complex that allowed her not to run into those people who she saw at work. It allowed her to live in peace and to feel safe. No one knew where that apartment was, they all assumed she lived here and just kept odd hours. Which she did on purpose. In previous years she had kept the apartment very bare and definitely never invited anyone over, the last man whom she had entertained within it was Artemis Vanden. It had been a simpler time within the galaxy, but their lives had been in turmoil. Ja’nar had been learning how to love a man, how to trust a man as a lover. He was looking for something else. It hadn’t ended well, though it did not end badly either. Ja’nar ran away. Ja’nar ran away from, than Coruscant. She never looked back. She made her people elected someone else to be Senator. Within weeks she had been replaced and she never spoke to Vanden again, until she appeared again, having taken control of the senatorship once more. But back to this evening. She had invited just Senator Oswaldt to dinner though he did not know that small fact. She had ‘attempted’ to invite others but sadly they all declined as they had pervious plans. Ja’nar needed to gain the friendship and trust of a few hardliners within the senate. People who could possible help her out later if she got herself into a situation of any sort. This evening would be going into feeding Oswaldt’s ego, in hope of getting his support later on when it was truly a matter of life or death.
Ja’nar’s apartment had just been redecorated. She had placed in some more comfortable furniture, large wrap around couches, soft luscious carpets over the dark, exotic wooden floors. While the wooden floors were dark, most of the carpets were lighter in color, in either cream or a lovely pale blue and cream Garosian design that was quite popular throughout the galaxy. The foyer was a small and circular that opened into the main living area of the apartment. The dark wooden floor had a small cream and pale blue round rug on it, in the center was a waist height round black table that held a small bouquet of fresh flowers, stargazer lilies, some of Ja’nar’s favorite. The sweet fragrance filled the small area. Just beyond the foyer was the main living area of the apartment. The living room as was centered around a lovely fireplace with a soft, thick white rug in front of it, then a small coffee table, and a large over stuffed sofa in white, with an arm chair on either side of it. There was a book shelf along the outer wall, which was filled of ‘books’ on all sorts of subjects with a few pictures here and there of Ja’nar and her ‘family’. The one that would seem to stick out the most if anyone comes into the apartment would be the one of a teenaged Ja’nar leaning into a speeder wearing a gray jumpsuit that was covered in grease. If one looked at it closely, they would see the grease smeared on her face from working on it, an older man standing slightly behind her, looking very proud could have been her father, but it was her most trusted bodyguard, Mackey. The man who had been guarding her most of her life, except for two years when he was assigned to another region.
Beyond the living room was the dining area, a long table was set up in there with a clean white table cloth draped over it. There were 16 chairs around the table, but only two of the places were set. There were two lovely small flower arrangements on the table, with votive candles scattered in between them. The candles were lit, casting a soft golden glow over the whole table. The dining room than opened up onto her large balcony and landing pad that could hold a speeder or two, or a small fighter. Though at the moment only one vehicle was out there, her prized possession, her black speeder. To the side of the living room was the kitchen. Now this is where Ja’nar had put most of her time and effort. It was the place where she liked to spend most of her time. While she did not think she was a good cook, others would argue the point with her. But this was where her family seemed to gather in the evenings. Some of her best memories had taken place in a kitchen, food and laughter. She had all of the state of the art appliances that seemed to seamlessly fit into the dark brown cabinets. The back splash was made of turquoise and white tiles that shimmered and shined. There was a counter top bar, with four stools pulled up to it, so people could sit, drink, and chat with the hostess with the mostess.
Ja’nar was currently in that room, an apron wrapped around her waist, keeping anything from getting on her lovely red dress. The dress clung gently to her womanly curves, with its peasant like sleeves pushed gently off of her shoulders, leaving them bare, as she placed the lovely little roast into the oven for a bit longer as she glanced up at the clock, frowning slightly. She surely hoped he was not going to be late. She disliked people who were late. She made a point of being on time or early for everything and expected the same from others.
