[h1][center][color=DAF7A6]𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚[/color][/center][/h1]
[center][color=FFC300]☼ 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘢 ☼[/color][/center]

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[center]Violante stood in front of her vanity, shifting her body from side to side and checking for any imperfections [color=DAF7A6]𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙?[/color] Her bout of anxiety, which she normally never felt, came from the fact that she'd missed out on the first few days' activities in favor of a protest that took place in her home country. Perhaps it wasn't the most diplomatic of her, but Vi has priorities. She won't let anyone compromise this, even the sweet Lea. It was already hard to explain to her professors, boss, and program organizers that she'd be incapacitated for the next two months for a royal wedding celebration, so the missing time seemed well-deserved.[/center]
[center]Opting for a more 90s look, as though she was embodying pastel Kurt Cobain while also attempting to fit the aesthetic of an amusement park, Vio adorned herself in a mix of greens, purples, and accents of yellows. At least for today, she actually managed to match her outfit for the day with the event's appropriate attire. That being said, there was still a lot to nit-pick at, especially the way her hair, styled in two low pigtails, kept getting tangled in her earrings. [color=DAF7A6]𝕆𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣.[/color][/center]
[center]Having set up a picture of her brother, Persi, above the door, Violante jumped up, kissing her hand only to slap it against the picture, after she scooped up her purse and flourished out of the room. She had set her room in the palace up so that it was mildly reminiscent of home, including the placement of the pictures of her brother. [color=DAF7A6]ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪![/color] She glided down the step, tempted to ride the rail but decided against it when she realized she'd fall flat on her face. She'd already spent an hour perfecting the purple smokey eye with green liner! Reaching the front of the palace, Vio realized how alone she was. Although this didn't normally bother her, she wasn't at home where she felt confident. Here, she wasn't the "cool" princess, classmate, activist, whatever you wanted to call her. Violante stood at the end of the steps, studying the people, chatting and picking their riding partners. [color=DAF7A6]𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘...[/color][/center]