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[hr][h3][b]Oscar & Imogen-Valentine Chessyre[/b][/h3][/center]
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[color=blue][b]"It looks nice."[/b] [/color]A voice, laced with boredom, repeated the same phrase it had been saying for the past three hours. The siblings had been shopping for suitable attire for their parent's annual dinner party all day, seeing as it was that night. The eldest of the two, Oscar, had chosen and bought his suit within a matter of minutes, ordering for it to be delivered to their penthouse that afternoon. Imogen, on the other hand, had been trying on dress after dress in the hopes of finding the perfect one. [color=lightblue][b]"[i]Oscar[/i]. You say it looks 'nice' one more time and I swear that I will buy the whole shop and make you pay for it." [/b][/color]The girl hissed, twirling in the mirror. [color=blue][b]"I don't understand why you had to bring me along as apposed of one of your girl friends." [/b][/color]Imogen rolled her eyes, whispering something to the store helper before disappearing behind the curtain to remove the dress. [color=lightblue][b]"It is only because Victoria and Miley are busy choosing their dresses [i]without me[/i]. So I must find the most gorgeous, stunning, jaw-dropping one to show them what they missed. "[/b][/color]

Stepping out of the shop hours later, the pair walked down the street with Imogen chatting away. She had grown used to being the talkative one due to the fact that ever since Oscar's break up with Alyssa, he had been withdrawn, moody and quiet. She knew that his previous girlfriend would be returning to Manhattan today, and her stomach twisted at the thought of her and her family coming to the event that night. She had loved Alyssa, but their split had been messy and the two were not on good terms. At these thoughts, her conversation trailed off and her lips pulled down in a frown. 

[color=blue][b]"C'mon. Let's go grab ice cream, yeah?"[/b] [/color]Oscar's voice, now holding more cheer in it than it had in a while, brought the previous smile back onto Imogen's face. The pair knew where to get the best ice cream; a small, secluded shop hidden amongst the greenery of Central Park. As per usual, Imogen ordered strawberry and Oscar vanilla- both of them laughing as it began to melt and drip down their chins. 

[@HushedWhispers]