[center][color=0072bc][h3][b]LEE KELSEY[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Santos Mansion - El Jefe's Beach Mansion
[color=0072bc][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Talking to [b]Coco[/b] ([@Ejected]). Mentioning [b]Damian[/b] ([@Universorum])  
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   [color=0076a3]“Would you suck in Liesl?”[/color] Rebeka Santos impatiently lamented as she struggled to zip up a tawny-colored bodycon dress on her already irritated daughter.
  Lee absolutely despised it when she heard her full name come out of any person’s mouth- especially her mother's. Her parents had honeymooned in Salzburg, Austria and while taking the Sound of Music Tour, they stupidly vowed to let their first daughter bear the name Liesl. And so they kept true to it. Liesl hated it so much almost since the moment she could form words, she created a nickname for herself. “Lee” wasn’t exactly captivating but for her peace of mind, it suited her personality so much better.
  [color=0076a3]“You really should start cutting back on all your snacks. I barely managed to zip it up.”[/color] She took a few steps back and thoroughly examined her to see if Lee met her impossibly high standards of beautiful.
  [b][color=0072bc][i]You should have not gotten me a dress that is made to fit a twelve-year old girl. [/i][/color][/b]
  Lee examined herself in the mirror. Was she gaining weight? She furrowed her just-waxed eyebrows, dispersing the thought out of her mind. No, of course not.. She was tall, lithe but had curves all in the right places – well, what society would call right places. [color=0076a3]“A little too curvy for the catwalk,”[/color] her mother would mention at least once a week.
  [color=0072bc][b]“I should have never mentioned the party to you.”[/b][/color] Lee murmured quietly under her minty breath.
  [color=0072bc][b]“Mom, go get a glass a wine downstairs and just chill. I’ll finish getting dressed, okay? You are way too stressed.”[/b][/color] She determinedly met her mother’s gaze, silently communicating that she is not going to back down. Lee gently pushed her out of the room as a million words flooded out of her mouth in protest to her daughter’s spontaneous decision. 
[b][color=0072bc]“If you don’t let me get dressed, I swear I won’t go to the party at all.”[/color][/b] And with that, she promptly closed the door and made sure it was locked. 
 Immediately, she slipped out of the bodycon and looked for the article of clothing she originally had in mind. Out of her closet came out a silk shift dress with a very scooped low back. Intentionally chosen to match the verdant color in her eyes, she knew it complimented her the shape of her body and intentionally exposed her bronzed long legs. 
     Rebeka had hired a celebrity hair stylist and a makeup artist to makeover Lee but refrained from hiring a clothes stylist to not further infuriate her. Her hair was perfectly done up with beachy waves the hung precisely to frame her heart-shaped face and her olive eyes impeccably smoked with deep earthly tones.
  Grabbing a matching clutch, she slid her phone in there and lip gloss to retouch if needed. She got her pair of Jimmy Choo sequin-embroidered heels. Her phone vibrated and she assumed it was the Uber driver letting her know they arrived. She had to go. 
  She managed to slipped out through a side door to avoid any confrontations with her mom, thankful to have left unseen.

[center][hr][color=0072bc][b]THE PARTY[/b][/color][hr][/center] 
  
  Heading towards the entrance, her orbs widened slightly at the realization at the amount of people at this mansion. For a split-second she considered chasing down her uber driver to take her home. 
  [b][color=0072bc]“Woman up, Lee.”[/color][/b] She muttered to herself, mustering strength she didn't know she had. 
  Straightening her back and her head suddenly looking forward, the North Carolina-raised young lady stepped through the doors. Letting her gaze skim her surroundings, she thought to herself: [i][color=0072bc]So, this is El Jefe’s a.k.a. Damian’s beach mansion.[/color][/i] She caught a glimpse of Damian faraway and quickly diverted her gaze. Not knowing him at all and being fairly new to the school, she was careful to not assume things about the head of the Elite except for the inevitable, that he was undeniably very attractive. 
   Enough about focusing on people she didn’t know, she suddenly remembered one of the reasons she came to this party, that Coco would be here. She never wanted to go to a party where she didn’t know anyone and for this reason, she was immensely relieved that she would have someone to converse with. Catching a flash of orange in the midst of the crowd of socialites, she wisely mazed her way to Chanel who was dancing away. 
  Her glossed lips immediately formed into a warm smile as she approached her friend.
  [b][color=0072bc]“Having fun?”[/color][/b] she inquired cheerfully, even though she already knew the answer.