[center][h1][color=lightpink]Olivia[/color][/h1]
[sub][color=lightgreen][s]Persephone[/s][/color][/sub]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/FfdNy36.gif[/img][/center][color=lightgreen]
[color=lightpink]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=lightpink]Location:[/color] Courting Mixer - Blossom Cafe 
[color=lightpink]Interactions:[/color] [@ReusableSword] Roman
[color=lightpink]Mentions:[/color] [@princess]  Charlotte
[color=lightpink]Aesthetic:[/color] 
[url=https://i.imgur.com/JXovcRm.jpeg]Necklace[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/s9GIOKw.jpeg]Dress, hat & hair[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/Jt5IllU.jpeg]Shoes[/url]
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After the wild night at the masquerade, Olivia had cried in Delilah's arms and begged her to let her run away. She had vented to Delilah her worries and fears. The woman had refused to allow it, and asked Gilbert to bring her some of the cake he had just baked. Olivia ate the food quietly and retreated to bed before Charlotte could find her. She didn’t need Charlotte to know what had transpired, nor worry her friend. It seemed the less Charlotte knew then the better. Throughout the night Olivia tossed and turned, and managed to scrape in a few hours at dawn. 

Hours later, Delilah brought her the newspaper to read. Upon voicing her interest in the courting mixer, the maid smiled and helped her prepare, and even offered to go with her. Gilbert had arranged their breakfast which she quickly scarfed down as he chastised her to slow down. Olivia’s cheeks had reddened, but she heeded the man’s advice, and reminded herself she’d be in public today. This would be an important event for her and she couldn’t screw it up. Her confidence was shaken, but Liv nodded and cooperated with Delilah. 

The fashion nobles wore astonishing clothes to Olivia; how could they afford these items? Her family could barely afford potatoes. She didn’t protest as the woman measured and helped her find the proper dress and accessories. After watching her struggle with high heels, the maid offered her flats instead which she would trip less in. Her feet were still hurting form the torture heels last night. Everything felt alien to her; the food, the attire, the accessories, and now the carriage she would ride in? If anyone had told Olivia she’d be living this life, she would have laughed at them and asked what they were smoking.

Gratitude for Charlotte and Delilah rose in her throat; she vowed to herself she would not fail them. Olivia had hugged Charlotte tightly and promised to hangout with her later. She climbed into the carriage slowly and stumbled on the ends of her dress. Olivia then cursed, which caused the maid to gently remind her not to swear either. Both Delilah and Gilbert decided to attend with her to watch over her upon Charlotte’s request. It relieved her to know she wouldn’t entirely be alone and it pained her to be away from Charlotte, but she knew she had to give her friend space as well. Something had happened last night and Olivia wanted to know, but it would have to wait. 

Once at the courting mixer, Olivia slowly left the carriage this time so she didn’t fall. She smiled and was greeted by the friendly woman, Mingyu. Delilah and Gilbert were seated nearby. After she sat at the table with her number, Olivia nervously glanced around. There was Lady Thea, Drake Edwards, an unfamiliar blonde woman, and many other nobles she recognized, but didn’t know them. Olivia bounced her leg in anticipation until a glance from Delilah told her to stop. She fixed her gaze on the menu instead of staring around. That is, until the towering silhouette entered the cafe and loomed into her vision. Olivia smiled and relaxed visibly once she recognized Roman. How was this man so beautiful? Her breath caught and she swallowed quickly so she’d have a voice by the time he arrived. 

[color=lightpink]”L-Lord Raven- Roman!”[/color] Olivia stuttered as he joined her table and swore to herself internally. [color=lightpink]”Err, my apologies. Good morning, Roman. Thank you so very much, and so are you! You look handsome as ever!”[/color] Liv’s chest tightened as she began stringing together another sentence and did not betray the confidence she tried to display. The topic of the masquerade caused her fists to clench briefly on the menu, and she slowly took a deep breath to relax them. [color=lightpink]”Yes, the masquerade was quite the event. It was fun seeing all the costumes.”[/color] 

[color=lightpink][i]Or the wasted money that pig Calbert throws around…Piece of-[/i][/color]

Olivia smiled sweetly as if nothing were wrong, and glanced at Delilah. [i]Sit up.[/i] the woman mouthed and Olivia promptly sat up. Unfortunately, her chair scraped against the floor and she blushed with embarrassment. Praying that Roman wouldn’t say anything, Olivia returned the smile to her face. [color=lightpink]”It seemed the ritual last night was… interesting.”[/color] Desperate to find another topic that didn’t involve their ridiculous evening, she added, [color=lightpink]”So…. You’re a Blacksmith, right..?”[/color]

[color=lightpink][i]Please let the answer be yes…[/i][/color] [/color]