Delilah Rose Hawthorne
Though she knew she didn’t need to, Delilah checked her immaculate appearance on the full length mirror in the middle of her professionally decorated room. She was dressed quite simple for her with her long, dark and naturally curled hair straightened and slicked back, because she knew the time for extravagance will come later. Satisfied with what she saw, she called her driver to pick her up, ignoring the texts from dozens asking if she will be attending the party. Not too long after, a jet black Rolls Royce parked outside the front door where Delilah was already standing, impatiently waiting.
“Clearly, timing is quite the challenge for you,” She abruptly stated as the driver opened the door for her. Delilah threw her Fendi handbag onto the seat further away from her before she finally sat down and gave her driver the address. Then there was just silence in the car, as she had put a stop to the small talk started by her driver the first few rides. The car was filled with the sound of Delilah’s newly manicured nails tapping the screen of her phone, scrolling through her Instagram page, making sure there was a satisfactory number of likes on her posts. Of course there was.
Despite complaining about her driver’s timing, Delilah still managed to arrive at the party at the perfect time between being on time and being too late. By quickly scanning the room she could see that most people were already here, no one could take the risk of not coming to this party, knowing how important it was. Delilah couldn’t help but notice the small, but noticeable, amount of people looking down at their phones, worried, and she gave a small laugh. She had already seen her tasks, and she already knew she was going to complete them tonight - and maybe complete a few tasks of her own. She was in the mood for chaos and destruction.
Delilah was pleased to see the wealth and luxury that the venue, owned by a Blue Royalty, exuded. She knew that when she became Blue Royalty that owning a place like this would only be the beginning of her achievements. She elegantly made her way over to the bar, taking a seat next to the empty one, which she expected would soon be filled by her first encounter of the night.
Approachable