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[color= #e07c4f] “That I do not oppose. However, and I do apologize for the bluntness, I find it tiresome to stick out in a crowd like a sore thumb. I guess I could try the things they wear, but I feel like they’re more afraid of playing with colors, residing in the usual muted tones… to the point of actually blending in the background.”[/color] Celestine let out an awkward chuckle, rather out of her character, as she rubbed her head to soothe herself from slipping more than she thought was enough. With a whispering tone, she added, [color= #e07c4f] “I sound rude, but once they realize that one can style hair other than a flimsy beach wave, that will be the day Celestine graduates. Maybe then I’ll see a student rocking a 1967 Balenciaga oval dress for my pleasure, but I digress.”[/color] Stepping back, she looked up at the chandelier once more as she tensed up, remembering her slipping away from unnecessary comments. [color= #e07c4f]“Light reflects a gown’s sequin and silk. At least to some, they are not afraid of utilizing fabrics to the best of their taste. I could hook you up with a stylist or shopper since… I’m not saying you need one, but a suggestion may help improve what is lacking in some departments.”[/color]
The conversation continued on as she found herself more detached from the room and its sender, looking at every loom of curtains and reflection of light refracted by the dresses. His demeanor and playful attitude seemed one-note for Celestine, not showing any form of emotion other than playful and mischievous banter. Such a sweet demeanor urged Celestine’s mind to excuse herself so as to find a much more entertaining fellow. She went on, however, hoping that she could crack him out or learn some information that could make all the hollow conversations feel like something. The references in golden intertwined with a show gave her a good chuckle however, further adding flame to make him stumble a bit by adding more references as they become more obscure unless an avid watcher, [color= #e07c4f]"Really? What did you make me, then? A Rose? Certainly not a Blanche, but a suggestion of a Sofia? The limit is endless to knowing what lurks behind a frock. Perfection is usually skin deep, lying beneath a person that pricks hard or lowers you down. I’ve been rambling again, but I’m still dying to know what you think of me! ”[/color] She fought on with a smile, finally hearing another golden commentary, and by reflex, she replied back, [color= #e07c4f]“Right, comedy gold you are. I’d call it more of a comedian pyrite, but either way, the crowd can’t tell the difference.”[/color]
That tone was just as cheery as ever, not breaking down at all, no matter how hard she tried. A sense of self in her body was chucked out, releasing some kind of energy she was not able to shake off. It was only thanks to her mother’s training that she could control herself so as to make the conversation seem civil and elegant. She had sensed something that could be more, but brushed it off as she continued on with a graceful smile, grasping his shoulders as she moved closer to his ears. [color= #e07c4f]“I am well aware of the garden’s… quirks. They lash out and change into something they are willing to show. I may not know the garden’s full potential, but it certainly is not afraid of making a scene just for the fun of it. Who knows how many people dilly-dally around the gardens just to find themselves in another realm where color is five times more saturated than this place? People who pick flowers are aware of the garden’s unpredictability, and yet you wouldn’t call them adventurous types since they only get the flowers for scrapbooking.”[/color] Looking back at him, she felt a snicker that could be released at any time like a ticking clock ready to explode. She kept a calm attitude as the world around her came back to her senses, a feeling of which the void was sucked out, regaining a form of elegance that had been lost for a good minute. [color= #e07c4f]“My views are not exactly world-shaking, so to speak. Every noble and dignitary who has ever danced with the crowd is well aware of each motive that can strike them at any move. Ask anyone what their view of people going away from parties is; you get the same answer with different wordings. The same dance, the same talk, the same demeanor. I assure you, I am simply a person with no discernible information other than the fact that I dress nice.”[/color]
Rearranging herself, she looked around a crowd to see some looking at her. Maybe they sensed something was wrong. Lover’s quarrel? Or maybe something more. Either way, her gaze looked back at him as she simply nodded and followed his advice. His whispers continue, giving Celestine a check on the environment. Looking back at him, she wrapped her arms around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. [color= #e07c4f]“I certainly do, though I hoped for a more fabulous accessory than this getup.”[/color]
It felt like an eternity to walk outside, pretending something was happening excitingly, but Celestine pushed through as the memories of what she had said washed through her mind. Certain forms of regret and doubt were added to her memory, leaving her to look at the scenery to see any form of anomaly that could harm both reputations. In a safer spot, she had finally let go and dropped the romantic persona. Breathing in and out, she looked back at him with reassurance of what had happened in the ballroom. [color= #e07c4f]“Before you say anything, I did not hear any form of sneaking or the like. Besides, other than some nosy gossip, I did not say anything that could raise any form of drama from anyone. Sure, the final comment on s*x was a little too scandalous for a formal setting, but I talked about elegance and manners, a topic so common among these ruffians that I can simply blend in by making it seem like I’m teaching a clueless nobody to integrate into the world of society.”[/color]
The feeling did not relieve her of the weight she had felt, however, as if recounting the memories and picking apart things that may stain the elegant name of the Beaumont’s. She was obvious, not by her words but in the way she presented herself. Maybe she had dressed differently—no, there were some words she should’ve said differently. Whatever it is, she looked at him, slightly defeated but keeping a posture to keep some form of dignity. [color= #e07c4f]“I may have lashed out and made some comments, hitting you one by one. I apologize. But I think you need lesson one on elegance and manners; be mindful of your words.”[/color] Pacing the place, she murmured with frustration as she scanned back at her memories once more. [color= #e07c4f]“Not an adventurous type… and on a stupid garden at school grounds? Even the president excuses himself to eliminate an enemy during a stately dinner. And the enemy is 34 kilometers away.”[/color]
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@Jass - Dante