Grand Hall | After Morning Assembly | Celestine
Dante wasn’t the biggest fan of the scavenger hunt that was to come. Sure, Dante enjoyed a little challenge, a bit of mystery, but this, it simply was too arranged, and took all the fun of the spontaneity away. The speech on the hunt had just been a bunch of blah blah to Dante, quite frankly, he had been busier yawning than paying attention to what was said.
After the headmaster’s address concluded, Dante maneuvered through the dispersing crowd, his eyes scanning for Celestine. Spotting her near a pillar, he approached with purpose, holding a small stack of books.
Taking a deep breath, Dante extended the stack of books towards her, so she could have a look at them. “I, uh, wanted to apologise for the masquerade. I realise I crossed a line, and I’m really sorry. I thought maybe these might show you I mean it.”
What was in Dante’s small collection of books was one might ask? A book on social etiquettes, two books on the history of feminism, and one on 60s fashion. That last one was more so for fun, and wanting to understand her whole aesthetic more, in fact, all these books were to get to know her more. For Dante to understand some of these things she seemed passionate about. It was Dante’s way of saying he wanted to take her seriously, and regretted he had pushed her past her limit the previous day.
“I spent the morning in the library,” he continued, his tone more relaxed now. “These seemed like a good place to start. I thought it might be interesting to learn about the things you’re passionate about.”
He offered a tentative smile, trying to gauge her response. “And who knows, maybe I’ll surprise you and become an expert on '60s fashion. Though, no promises on my wardrobe changing anytime soon.”
Dante chuckled softly at his own joke, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. He took a step back, giving her space to process everything. “Anyway, just wanted to say I’m sorry and that I’m serious about making things right.”