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[color=FireBrick][b]Location:[/b] [/color] Damien Estate
[color=FireBrick][b]Time:[/b] [/color] Sola 23  / Night

Time seemed to pass rather quickly as Violet was already finished getting ready. Lianna had lent her a rather beautiful red gown. It was different from her normal attire but the dress seemed to fit her like a glove. Her deep black hair was loose and curled as it sat against her pale bareback, the contrast making her normally pale skin appear almost luminescent. What was striking about all of it was her face. 

Violet had also managed to use some of Lianna’s makeup, covering up the already healing scar that tainted her face. Her once large disfigurement was now nothing more than a faded line across her face. It certainly wasn’t gone, and if you were to look for it you would find it but at first glance Violet appeared to have her original appearance. Her large red eyes were also adorned with makeup, the black smokey color made the red of her eyes pop even more than they already did. 

Violet even took some time to assist Lady Lianna with her dress, hair, and makeup, trying to repay some of the courtesy. Lianna's dress was much more modest than the one Violet had chosen. Hers was a flowing dress of gold and black. Once they were finished she helped wheel her out into the grand foyer awaiting Alexander's return.  

[Color=palevioletred]“Do you have an excuse prepared for your absence? You've been missing for quite some time?”[/color] Lianna was sure Alexander had something in mind but she wished 

to test the young girl's wit.

[color=firebrick]“If by some means they notice my absence which will be a surprise in itself, I will just tell them I had to make an emergency stop at the tailors as my gown had a tear in it. I tried to mend it myself, ended up cutting my finger with some sheers and decided to just seek out a professional. It explains the new attire and my absence.”[/color] She smiled lightly [color=firebrick]“I’ve never been known to attend a party on time.”[/color] She wasn’t sure why or how she remembered that, her mind had been such a fog but it was as if small bits and pieces were returned, an incomplete puzzle of sorts. 

[Color=gold]“I guess we all have that in common.”[/color] Alexander beamed as he walked to the foyer wearing a silver and black tailcoat and black slacks holding a mask in each of his hands. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight of Violet and Lianna. [Color=gold]“...Stunning. Absolutely stunning. How could I have kept two beauties waiting on me like this?”[/color] Looking between the two in awe, his eyes stopped on Violet.

[Color=gold]“Red? It looks… It's perfect… but your mask is black. I hope that doesn't ruin things. Your other dress matched quite splendidly. Apologies.”[/color] He spoke with an expression of concern.

Violet took notice of the change in demeanor in Alexander. He went from crass, stern and rigged to bubbly and up beat. [Color=firebrick]“I won't be wearing a mask tonight,”[/color] she said simply. The couple respectively turned their attention to her answer. She didn't feel like she needed to add more reason, but for once Violet would really be seen, she was done hiding behind masks. [Color=firebrick]“No need to apologize. I think it was a welcomed improvement, all thanks to your lovely wife for lending me the beautiful gown.”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“One that I wore such a long time ago.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“I remember it, my love. It's a fine night to see it once again.”[/color] Alexander gave Violet a courteous nod. [Color=gold]“Shall we?”[/color] Alexander more so asked rhetorically as he walked past the two and swung open the front door. Out front seemed to be the same carriage as previous but the driver was a different man. He had the same odd practice of never looking their way and concerned with but a singular task. 

Alexander placed himself behind Lianna so he could push her out.

Violet, however, stood back for a moment, watching Lianna and her [I]pet[/I] walk from the home. Was this her future? The solution her mother mentioned finding…an empty shell to follow the demands and needs of others? That wasn’t a life, not for her. 

Her mask was off, and she didn’t plan on wearing a new one. 

Violet followed behind them, shutting the door of the manor and joining them into their carriage. 

Though, late. The night was still young and filled with so many intricate secrets to uncover. [/color]