The city of angels, they call it. The city shone like the gold shimmer on Violets earrings, the golden ones she chose in adherence to the dress code. Her dress hugged her curves in a bit of a raunchy way for a woman her age, but her body looked nothing over 28, with the top of her full breasts exposed. She had a slim waist and perfect abdomen concealed by the fabric, as well as defined hips, and toned legs that were almost fully exposed by the length of the dress, or… lack thereof, combined with its sleek slit. It was a bit short, but she had always been the most controversial out of the Wallaces.
Contrary to the suggestion of her “clout-chasing” tendencies, Violet, better known as Celeste Wallace, did not become an actress for fame. Truly the best part of her career was the craft itself. She was bewitched by the appeal of dedicating her life to the things that she loved most; obviously the scene and being a part of it, but did not exclude having a luxurious and meticulously planned style, and viewing and tweaking the cinematographic aspects of her films with the crew. Truly, she would have been a producer if it were not for the household’s name. Though it was not much of a household, as the sisters were past the point in their life where they lived together.
Currently, she shared ownership of her home with her husband, Isaac Hyde, renowned member of the Static Sun band that had conquered the musical charts of the 2010s. Isaac, like her, was also quite the artist, so his craft had more substance than just taking his shirt off and appearing like the ideal boyfriend for every teenage girl, although that was definitely a part of it. He was always a bit more of a punk, her favorite thing about him despite its lack of appeal to the posh, stainless actors that often surrounded her. Fans often think that she chose him because he was the only person she could be uncensored around, like a breath of fresh air. Then there was also that ambrosial tattoo on his neck that could almost begin to fade considering how often she pressed her tongue against its ink. She never did let him forget how much she cherished him.
It is clear that she is not a vanilla-flavored woman, in fact she would better be described as something like hibiscus, for its hot pink stain and popularity in her native region. She was publicly bisexual, although she seldom got around to dating women, and dressed a bit uncoventionally as well. Despite her differences, however, she was still a Wallace by name, at least to the public. She liked to limit the number of people who knew her real identity.
Her sisters were at their houses readying themselves as well, although maybe they were together, there was always some sort of exclusion going on between the three of them. She hoped they were not alone, after those awful divorces they both went through, they must have been spending many nights by themselves. At least Claudia had her children, sometimes it was hard to believe that they were so much older now, as she had known them since they were children.
“Baby, what did you put on? I need to approve,” she said a bit demandingly. Some could say that Violet was controlling, but how could she not be? Isaac had a tendency to be significantly more outlandish than she was, with his always-speaking mouth and musician sense of self-expression that his stylist only fueled (practically a walking personification of ADHD). He walked into the room, and she was pleasantly surprised, opening her arms to gesture. “So good,” she said, cutting her sentence on both edges like The Valley girl she once trained to be. He walked up close to her so they could speak, and sparks laced with heat flew between them, it was a good thing they still had chemistry.
“You look very handsome,” she said, composed. There was no need to address their tension because they were supposed to be seeing her sisters soon, and they had already woken up quite passionate in the morning. “Shall we go?” Violet smiled, and after he agreed, they went to leave the house, briefly saying goodbye to their children. Little Skye was about to turn 3 years old, and Xander, the funny son, was showing off that he could put up his light brown hair into a ponytail at the top of his head. Her oldest, however, Francisco’s daughter, had to be found in her room to get her kiss goodbye. She was very complex for a nine-year-old, and Violet pitied that. Out of her three babies, Lila was the most like herself. She knew she was the odd one out, her little brothers were a bit younger than her, and her dad wasn’t theirs. She didn’t get to see hers as much, either, because he was always on tour, and so she had to stay with her mom. It was a pain that she both empathized and identified with, as she never knew her father growing up as well, not until she found out she was a Wallace as an adult. It hurt having to leave her alone for events like this, but she had to hope that a kiss goodbye was enough; that they did not forget about their parents when the Nanny was let in by the maid.
She brushed her hands over the white fabric on her hips when she left Lila’s room, dropping the melancholy for a more professional mood, her face resting like she would look great no matter how the paparazzi might try to catch her by surprise. She went to Isaac, waiting for her in the grand living space of the house. They had designed their home themselves, so instead of sofas or anything of the sort, they had a little conversation pit beside where her husband stood. The house was stunning, brought together by different textures and hues making its modern, euphoric silhouette. Celeste took one last heel step to where Isaac stood, and took in hers his tough hand to tell him she was ready to lead. As expected, he had not put much of an effort into saying goodbye to the kids. She turned to face him before they left, give him a small smile, and there was a depth in her eyes that he seemed immune to, giving her a casual nod in return.
Outside of the door, they reached the white polished-stone land of what they would sometimes call a front porch, walking down the grand steps to the black limousine that waited for them. Claudia had already sat in the vehicle, and Cameron was walking in its direction as well. Celeste looked to Cameron with a knowing expression, like she knew that they would soon be quarreling, but neither of them were disposed to be openly vile. Quickly, however, her gaze drifted to the chauffeur opening the door for them. She squeezed Isaac’s hand to keep him in place, and they let Cameron enter first. Then, she lowered her head with as much grace as she could to get into the black car, sliding onto the leather seats with ease. Isaac followed, and sat next to them, but the subtle war had already began. She looked at both of her sisters, and smiled brightly, she still wanted to act peaceful at first, then throw away their insults with weak jokes later. “You girls look beautiful!!” Celeste beamed. Perhaps one should say that she should feel intimidated by the sisters, as she was the odd one out, but on the contrary, she viewed it as a reason to try harder. Where she did not fit in, she swiveled in like a snake.
Limousine idk
@idiot.exe husband
@novella cameron
@cerealkiller claudia and nacho
