Early evening, Corsica
She dresses for the evening with greater care than she has done in years, and once she's ready, she eyes herself critically in the mirror and is pleased with the results. The long blue dress she's brought with her with matching sapphire earrings and necklace looks perfect on her, she knows. She's put little make up on, knowing that there's a good chance that she'll be moved to tears tonight regardless of the final outcome of her meeting with Harry. So trying not to think about the possibility that things won't go according to plan, she brushes her hair vigorously, and as a final touch, she slides the golden hair pin into place. She wishes that she had something that he'd given her to wear, but they've never exchanged anything as personal as jewellery; their relationship has never reached such a stage, she recollects sadly. It's going to though. If Malcolm's right and Harry's still in love with her, she's going to sweep him off his feet tonight.
It's clearly up to her to make it work. After the way she behaved the last time they were together, she's convinced that he won't dare to make any move towards her tonight. She cringes and feels the pain and guilt at the way she'd treated him anew. It was monumentally unfair of her to blame him like that, especially as she'd know that he'd done his best to save them all. She'd taken out her grief, her anger, and most of all her guilt on him. She had pulled George into the murky world of espionage, she had taken him back to England, she had placed him in the hands of the terrorists, she had caved under the pressure and had almost caused the death of them all, not Harry. Harry had done the best he could, and she had thrown it back in his face. Well, tonight and for the next two weeks, she'll endeavour to make it up to him.
After one last glance in the mirror and taking a deep steadying breath, she opens her door and goes to find Jean and Nico.