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[color=silver][indent][indent]The publication of that blasted article on that blasted tabloid had reached the awaiting ears of her family from across the ocean. It had caused quite a bit of stir, and Arabelle had spent upwards of three hours trying to defend her actions to her grandparents, who had been disappointed at her lack of decorum at such an event. Arabelle wouldn't have to act in such a way if Erik could simply stop living to torment her at every turn. 

The week following the welcome ball had been somewhat easy-going. Arabelle had spent the past week catching up on university work. She couldn't just [i]slack[/i] off just because she was away for two months. Royal or not, her place at the prestigious University of Larne relies on her maintaining her high grades. Her seat had been one she was proud to have earned for herself, and not even a wedding could stop her from staying on top of it all. 

However, that didn't mean Arabelle had skipped out on the fun. She'd hung out with her friends whenever she could. Spending time with Gen, Cat, Chris and the rest was exactly the kind of down-time she enjoyed. To refrain from giving the Mirenia Daily another [i]scandal[/i] to talk about, Arabelle had pointedly avoided Erik like the plague.

When Saturday came, Arabelle woke up feeling refreshed, anticipating a good day ahead of her. She started preparing for the day with a lovely rose and caramel infused bath before dressing up. For someone like Arabelle, where looks mattered [i]far[/i] too much than it should, simply walking out in tattered attire just for the heat. Sure, they were going to a carnival where there would be a lot of sweat (ew) and mud (double ew), but Arabelle would rather die than look [i]shabby[/i]. The last thing she wanted was to give the vultures over at Mirenia Daily and the ones at home something to laugh about.

It took some time, but she finally settled on the dress she felt was most appropriate. It was a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f7/78/b5/f778b5976f7e53a950ce312572b424c6.jpg]simple red dress[/url] that just reached her knees. The puffed sleeves were laced and the neckline appropriate. She accessorised with delicate matching [url=https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-771w3tvi4r/images/stencil/1024x1024/products/1249/5348/il_570xN.1551578390_4tuj__49553.1549451852.jpg?c=2]rose gold necklace, earrings and a bracelet[/url] before slipping into some [url=https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010407270_SC?wid=333&hei=333&qlt=80&op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&fmt=webp]sandals[/url]. After make-up, she gave herself another once-over, meticulously checking that there was no hair out of place tucked under the wide-brimmed sunhat she wore.

As she stepped out of her room, she sent a quick message to Cat.

[quote][i][indent]From: [b][color=a27c89]Arabelle[/color][/b]
To: [color=00E330]Catherine[/color][/indent]
Have you alrady decided who you're travelling with? x[/i][/quote]

Arabelle seated herself in one of the SUVs, politely thanking the attendant as he opened the door for her before scrolling through Instagram. She took this moment of peace to update her social media before she would be joined by a friend - [i]if[/i] someone wanted to join, that is.[/indent][/indent][/color]