[b]Fantasia Heirloom - The Grand Tradition - 8:00 PM[/b]

Fantasia walked into the Grand Tradition, looking awestruck at the ornate marble tile and the chandelier above that had to be two stories tall draping down the vaulted ceiling. This place was divine, intentionally placed for the Poke-stars who lived in the Grand City. Fantasia thought about how many famous individuals had stood in the exact spot she was standing, which blew her mind a bit.

She shrugged off her deep-thought and walked towards the Elevator with Blair, he explained to her that he was going to drop off his things and go out for a bit. Fantasia reminded him to get his rest, so that they may meet Miss Von Goshe early in the morning; he seemed preoccupied with food but nodded unintentionally at her.

She rode the elevator until she reached the 50th floor, the Penthouse. The view was spectacular, each wall had a large window to see out of; flaunting a sleepy night sky with a few clouds randomly generated around the deep blue canvas.

Fantasia wasted no time to the bedroom, flinging her purse on the bed and frantically running to the closet to assure herself her dress had arrived. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw her $1000 dress, clean and pressed in the closet; ready to be worn.

She took a moment to breathe, then reached over to her nightstand and called room service from the landline.

[color=lightyellow]“Hello, thank you for choosing the Grand Tradition; my name is Greg how may I help you?”[/color]

[color=lightpink]“Hello, Greg.”[/color] Fantasia paused for a moment, [color=lightpink]“-this is Fantasia Heirloom, I am staying in the penthouse.”[/color]

[color=lightyellow]“Ah, Yes.”[/color] Something rustled in the background, [color=lightyellow]“What can I do for you Miss Heirloom?”[/color]

[color=lightpink]“I need potting soil for my sweet Budew brought up as soon as you can.”[/color]

[color=lightyellow]“Yes Ma’am, we shall get right on it.”[/color]

[color=lightpink]“Thank you.” Fantasia hung up.[/color]

She sighed for a moment, trying to hold her own emotions together. She could feel herself tearing up and beginning to breathe more heavily. Consciously, she took a moment to think, attempting to make the sadness go away but to no avail. Fantasia realized no amount of rationality would make her feel better, so she walked out onto the balcony to get some fresh air before bed.

It was only a few brief moments before she bursted into tears, leaning on the railing as she laid her head in her arms for a desperate cry.
“Here I am Meloetta, pursuing our dream without you.” She gazed up at the moon, directing her tear soaked eyes towards the light, “-it doesn’t feel right and it doesn’t feel fair to move on without you.”

She stood in the pale moonlight for a few moments, almost believing she could hear Meloetta’s soothing voice again as she walked back into the dark room.