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[sub][color=B43757][i]"La bohème, la bohème,
On était jeunes, on était fous.
La bohème, la bohème,
Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout."[/i][/color]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gpiYxpA2QA]La Bohème by Charles Aznavour[/url][/sub]
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[color=gray][indent][indent]Contrary to most of her classmates, Margeaux Cheng wasn’t excited, or thrilled, or even the least bit enthusiastic about receiving the invitation to her high school reunion. It wasn’t that she’d had a bad, terrible, or traumatic high school experience-- quite the contrary, actually. Margeaux had been one of the most popular girls in school, along with her three beautiful, intelligent, overachieving partners in crime. She hadn’t been a bully nor had she earned herself any enemies during her time at Kings, so there was no dread of a confrontation with any victims of her actions from a past life. No members of staff were on the guest list, which meant no opportunities to get ambushed with praise about how much she’d accomplished so far when she hadn’t felt as hollow and unfulfilled as she did at the moment. There was, however, the prospect of having to face the man who, with his endless lies and strew of broken promises, had single-handedly pushed her down the path of self-destruction.

As the aluminum bird flew across the clouds in the afternoon sky, the pensive Asian girl staring out the window couldn’t help but continue to doubt and second-guess her decision to attend the event she was traveling for. Margeaux’s gut feeling had been badgering her all week, as if imploring her to reconsider her choice of walking so voluntarily into the lion’s den. But Bruna, Kristen and Jasper had begged and pleaded for her to come along. It would be fun, they said, to get the girls all together for the beachside getaway they so desperately needed. Could they book a trip to some exotic location and have the time of their lives? Without a doubt. God knew they all had the funds and employment flexibility to get away with it. But would it give them the same thrill and satisfaction of facing their former classmates as the united front they continued to be even after ten years? Not a chance. Plus, [B]He[/b] wouldn’t be RSVPing to this thing. His majesty was too busy with that tour of his to even consider the possibility of taking a break to make an appearance at a silly reunion like that.

So what was there to lose?

After extensively consulting it with her therapist, Margeaux had decided to claim her spot to the upcoming soiree at the last minute. The reunion would be the perfect test to ascertain whether she could successfully cut out the toxic vestiges of her past, or if they would continue to weigh her down and prevent her from blossoming into the woman she desperately wanted to be.

The decision to arrive at the venue a day prior to the start of the reunion had been Margeaux’s deliberate decision in hopes of avoiding her former classmates as much as possible. Her arrival to the airport and to H2O Suites went by smoothly and without a hitch. She took a moment to admire her spacious suite’s aesthetic, with its neutral design and pops of color peeking through, before dropping off her belongings and indulging in a seaside Cuban dinner for one. The rest of her night was spent lounging inside the small pool adjacent to her suite, with a glass of rosé in her hand, a bottle at arm’s reach for refills, and a selection of French singer Charles Aznavour’s most melancholic songs softly playing in the background. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the concrete edges of the pool, humming along to the melodies that trickled out from her bluetooth speaker. In order to survive the storm brewing in the horizon, Margeaux’s mind, body and soul needed to be recharged and ready for the battle approaching.[/indent][/indent][/color]