Twas such a flutter and a buzz among the crowds, both wealthy and poor gathering to bear witness to the fates of their offspring.  Today, some would be celebrated with the highest honors and showered with so much affection...while others...it would be the last they would see of their families...after they had been kicked out the door with nothing but the clothes on their backs.  Daniella didn't want to think of such a fate befalling her...but...none were sure what the machine would decide...of if its decision would be a falsity.  A nervous gulp, she reached for the hand of Maxwell, squeezing it with a fond pressure then drawing it back, her cheeks a burning shade of fuchsia.  [color=ed145b]~"Sorry."~[/color]  She gave a frail whisper nervously biting at her bottom lip, a childhood habit really.  It was racking enough that her parents were spotted among the throngs of rich and prominent families, looking more like hawks ready to descend upon a gaggle of timid mice.

She sat, silent, wringing her hands and clasping them in her lap, a brief sigh as she tried her best to look calm and composed before the doting and ever watchful eyes of her mother and father.  Then, she heard Max whisper something, her emerald eyes trailing to his face, such a charming face, but even she could see he was plagued with anxiety.  [color=ed145b]~"Umm...Maxwell."~[/color]  She murmurred, her face softening a tad.  [color=ed145b]~"I know this might not mean anything but....no matter what you become...I'll always be proud of you."~[/color]  Sincerely she smiled.  If anything, what she dreaded most was not getting the career her parents would spurn her for, but rather....whatever Max was destined to become...would take him away from her.