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Curling the edges of her lashes, she looked hastily in the mirror as she finalizes the touch-ups, adding and wiping away the things she saw unladylike. Too red, too pink, too bright, too dark. It took her a godly amount of time until she decided on a look she was proud to say, ball worthy. It may just be a simple formal school event, but she was adamant in making an impression unlike who she was last year. She was even surprised, paging across every memory she had scanned and analyzed, this would be the first time she was actually going to wear a dress she picked for herself; a dress with no second opinion added, something just for her liking. If she was going to cherish a moment where she would be by herself, might as well look the part of a distinguished lady. As the record behind her plays a selection she commissioned to prepare for this event, she stood up from her dresser as she navigated from the mirror to see her gown.
A floor length gown, with colors as gilded as the glistening water by the sunset. The drapes that formed her gown moved as if she had grown wings, wings that flurried down to the floor as it shined beneath the chandelier beneath her head. Naturally, it wouldn’t be her if she hadn’t styled her hair so intricately: a row of barrel curls cascading down her head, adding neccessary volume for her taste. She had sensed that the crowd may be uninspired by their choices, preferring dark tones that matched their surroundings to the point of camouflage, the thought of their gowns curled her lips as she made sure to really be the belle of the ball in this day. With her last touch ups in her jewels, she grabbed her matching gloves and purse as she awaits her future down at the ball.
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{the ball}
The following courses of events took place, and as Celestine guessed, it was the usual awe inspiring entrance with some courteous greetings and a trip to where the drinks would be most frequented. Celestine never drinks to a point of splendid stupor, but her she revels in a place where the broodiest man could be loose with their tongue with just a lick of that forbidden nectar. Ringing in the brim of her cup, she had felt a certain hum above her head. She couldn’t make the person right in front of her, it seems that he knew her, but who wouldn’t be. Looking up and down in his clothing, she flinched inside of her mind as she thought of no clues that could help in identifying the person next to her, she thought nothing but his uninspired look that looked sloppy than intriguing. At least it isn’t a boring suit, she contemplated. Hearing his voice however gained some clues on who he is, she had a hunch, but she was rather wary first before making any unnecessary moves. As usual, she kept with her finest decorum as she subtly raised her head, "I assure you, I’m no golden girl. If I am one, I would be at Shady Pines.
As he added another comment to her, she finally recognized the man right in front of him. She was stunning, yes, but she wasn’t that amazing. Sensing the tone of his voice and the way he slouched, she snickered to him, "I see you don’t give up with the whole gold thing, is my message that loud? Besides, I do love how everyone is paying attention at me, Celestine pointed at the crowd, eyes looking in different directions to different targets, “So what brings you to my direction? Do i sparkle enough to make you go blind? Or a warning that my hair is 5 inches too tall for any practical viewing?” She lightly chuckled as she fanned herself, being slightly worried that this playfulness may come off as a bit too harsh on anyone. Looking down the reflection of her face, she looked back at him, "I… apologize, the drinks here seems to have been special for today’s event it seems. But, I assume you are having a gay ol’ time at this ball, am I right? "
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@Jass - Dante