[color= #e07c4f](there’s) always something there to remind me[/color]
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A new day arose for a new opportunity for Celestine to be the perfect model of her family’s unending perfection. Just great. Just as perfect as the day she usually has, she looks upon the bright sun with such enthusiasm. In such a shroud, her reality still remains the same exhausting pattern of pompousness. At least her room’s an elegant display of her age rather than her estate rooms’ story of a dolled-up china, ruffles and all.
As usual, she performs her usual routines until it comes to the point where her exterior reflects every eye. Just as she picked out last night, she decided on a red pantsuit that would be appropriate for an activity based on running and walking and doing exciting things such as riddles and more walking. Especially on a day where she would be active throughout the day, she fashioned a simple flip with a matching red hat to look cohesive. A final touch would be low-heeled loafers, understated makeup, silver ear studs, and a simple Beaumont signet ring. Walking down the hallway and into the morning assembly was quite simple and less of a challenge. It was somewhat informative, but overall, not something she hasn’t heard anew.
The long speech was effective enough to make her realize she was in need of sustenance—a simple bite to keep her mind straight for what’s to come. But before she would go to the cafeteria, she halted as she looked upon the man unmasked with a familiar rebel-without-a-cause look. Her eyes were shocked, as she could do nothing but stare into his eyes and freeze without a breath coming out of her mouth. Him again. That event a few nights ago did not recover her to her usual self; it did something to shut her mouth yesterday. Maybe it was guilt or hatred; whatever it was, she spent that day in contemplation and forever wondered why she felt such a strong sensation. It could ruin her reputation, or as good as the reputation of her elegant nature. Looking down, she saw a few books and wondered if she was about to be lectured on her attitude or had misplaced some books. What he said to her did have an effect similar to that of a student being rightfully reprimanded.
Her heart dropped as she felt that sudden rush of guilt, thinking that what she did that night probably hurt him more than it did hurt her. There was also this fear that this situation might come to fruition. Celestine appreciated his gesture, but there was a weight that she felt coming down. She couldn’t explain it; what she did was right, as he pushed her to a point, yet it wasn’t deserving of a man whose entire shtick is being a rebel. Finally finding her words, she gently grabbed the books as she grasped them closely to her chest. [color= #e07c4f]“I- apologize as well for being dismissive of your efforts to connect with me. I just, um, wasn’t at the best place at that time. Drinks and all. I appreciate your effort into connecting with me through my passion for vintage clothing.”[/color] A sharp pause ensued as she thought of ways to spill out things she wanted to say; hearing the sound of her stomach churning did give an insight on how she could do it: [color= #e07c4f]“I know you are famished and in need of some form of sustenance to continue on with your efforts into reconnecting with me. So, shall you accompany me to go to the cafeteria? I know of a shortcut.”[/color]
As both walked in a different direction so as to go to the cafeteria, she looked at her surroundings to see a miniscule amount of students facing and going in their direction. With a halt, she looked back at Dante with a look that changed her formal tone into one of guilt. [color= #e07c4f]“Why are you doing this with me? I know that you are serious in trying to understand me, and I really appreciate your lengths, but I have survived my years alone.”[/color] Taking a breather, her look garnered fear as to what he might say at her if she fully breaks her elegant illusion. Keeping her face prim, her eyes shifted away at him as to look at her surroundings. [color= #e07c4f]“Normally, once people knew of the pompous spoiled b*tch that is Celestine Beaumont, they get away from me and reconsider the idea of getting prospects in that way. Honestly, I either expected you to never talk to me this entire school year or utter slander behind my back. I’m used to that. But right now I have a stack of books in my hand about things that I have passion for… from a person that I have spouted words as I let my guard down to further expose this mess of a woman. I… just, am confused about all this. I am not going to cry as I have done my makeup and I will not ruin it this early.”[/color]
A deep exhale came out of her mouth as she looked at him back, shaking her head as her usual composure riled back up. [color= #e07c4f]“What am I doing? This shouldn’t be your consolation after making an effort to be friends with me. I apologize, I simply… had time for thought. I am going to rectify all this—both you and me—if you want to continue on with this mission. There is going to be a scavenger hunt this day, and we have nothing but air in our bellies. We really should go to the cafeteria. I want to be better at doing this new leaf thing; I promised myself that.”[/color] With a faint smile, she continued on with a light jest, [color= #e07c4f]“First and foremost, when you did that teacup gesture, you do not put your pinky up since it’s rude and makes you look snobbish. Basically teasing people who actually drink tea. Tuck that pinky in your hands.”[/color]
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@Jass - Dante