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[u][b]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala: Second Floor[/b][/u]

Upon Trixie’s opening of a beautifully ornate door into a smaller room, filled with people happily conversing in suits and dresses reclining around the plush sofas and upholstery beside a roaring fire, glasses in hand and plates of food scattered about the tables in front of them, Dalia suggested for the Pride to enter and converse with those inside. Estelle felt a little bashful at first, before she realised the majority of the clientele inside were students, so approximately her, Xandra and Trixie’s ages. They might have had a rich upbringing and all be talented when it came to the arts, but it couldn’t be that hard to grow comfortable around them, could it? 

“Well?” She turned and asked her friends. Xandra nodded formally, whilst Trixie returned a shrug that emphasised she couldn’t find a reason to say nothing. Yet despite the trio’s agreement to do so, they all wavered in actually doing so, waiting for one of the others to take the lead. Naturally their eyes fell on to Estelle, being the actual leader of the Pride, but she couldn’t get her legs to make that first step. She still harboured doubt and discomfort… until Dalia walked straight past them, talking to the students relaxing around that central table in front of the fire, dining on elegant plates a serving of fine food without compare. Her speech certainly announced all of their presence to the students. Blushing, Estelle followed, and her mouth gawped as she looked at the utterly beautiful young woman stand up from the central chair at the table, to gracefully curtsy before them. When Estelle saw her in the room earlier, she was leading the group’s current talk, and had all of the others’ attention residing on her. And Estelle could clearly understand why. 

She was [i]beautiful.[/i]

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“Why, hello Miss Dalia,” The girl with the silk blonde hair and a white gown outfitted with diamonds that sparkled with the light from the fire smiled as she approached their guests. “How are you enjoying the party, Miss Dalia, and if I may ask, who are your guests?” Rose asked with a pleasant smile, before it grew wider upon noticing the small brunette girl in the purple dress. Even with her matching mask covering her face, Rose couldn’t mistake the girl’s smile, her hair, or that toothy grin. 

“Oh, well if it isn’t the darling little angel from earlier!” Rose clapped her hands together excitedly. “Don’t you just look beautiful! I’m not sure I managed to catch your name earlier. I’m Rose de Cervantés, and it’s an honour to make your acquaintance.” Rose laughed into her hand. “Welcome to Tobias Smith’s gallant party. He throws a pretty fine event, although naturally the Cervantés Ball at the end of the month will be a lot more glamorous. How are you all?”

Estelle, Trixie, Xandra and Dalia had all gotten so swept up in meeting Rose that they didn’t notice Marcus had excused himself to continue exploring Tobias’ manor.