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[h2][color=7ea7d8]Lisa Goldheart[/color][/h2]
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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Lisa’s Bedroom, entrance to Eusebia Commons, then Main Ballroom [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Lisa Goldheart [@Frettzo]
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[center][b]I[/b][/center]

Lisa furrowed her brow. She was having trouble breathing, and it felt like a mountain itself had landed on her shoulders. It wasn’t a physical effort that she was exerting at the moment, no – It was a mental one. She huffed and wiped a few beads of sweat from her temples. For heavens’ sake, she thought, why did her parents have to make it so difficult for her to choose what to wear? Was this yet another test of her nobility? A way to see if she’d ‘learned’ her place as a noblewoman yet? She nearly gagged at the thought, and instead settled for making a face in the mirror and running her hands through her wavy black hair. 

With a sigh, Lisa turned towards the several outfits laid out on her bed and gently ran her hands over the only one her parents would realistically approve of while still managing to be airy enough to not die of heatstroke, a simple yet [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61M-FjW6uyL._AC_UY1100_.jpg]elegant gown[/url] made out of a custom blend of cotton, linen and silk… Overall, a safe choice in terms of material and style, although she’d have to rely on the materials and haute couture to show how expensive the dress actually was to fellow nobles. 

Nearly half an hour later Lisa stood in front of her full body mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Skirts really weren’t her style, but if she did not wear a proper gown to the Academy Ball she would hear about it for years on end from her parents and older brothers. 

[center][b]II[/b][/center]

“W-Who are you and what have you done with Liz?!” 

Lisa rolled her eyes and lightly slapped Li on the arm. He winced and rubbed the spot, “Was a joke, a joke!”

Lisa looked away and rubbed her neck awkwardly, [color=blanchedalmond]“Y’say the same thing before every Ball. I know I look ridiculous but-”[/color]

“Wrong! You look amazing, Lisa. Different than usual, but amazing nonetheless.” Li declared and after taking in Lisa’s growing blush and scowl with a smirk, bowed slightly and motioned to the path towards the Ballroom. “So, shall we go now, my definitely-not-pretend-beautiful-sexy-girlfriend?”

[color=blanchedalmond]“Y-Yeah.”[/color] Lisa pinched herself and took a deep breath. [color=blanchedalmond]“Let’s go, Li. Try and keep the randos off of me this time, please?”[/color]

“Oh you know me, if I see a pretty girl inviting me over with her eyes, I can’t stop myself from sharing my attention with her!” Li chuckled and started walking down the hallways towards the Ballroom, with Lisa hooking her arm around his. “Or are you saying you want me to look at you and only you, Liz?”

[color=blanchedalmond]“U-Uh… No?”[/color] Lisa’s voice cracked and there was a short silence, until they both chuckled.

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As soon as the pair arrived at the Ballroom, Lisa went straight for the table where the food was laid out and made herself a plate. She was hungry after all, and dancing with an empty stomach while dressed and made up like a clown would probably be worse than getting stabbed. So, as she bit into a piece of bread with cream cheese and salmon on top, she turned around and saw that Li had disappeared into the crowd, likely to chase some random girl. 

Lisa swallowed, grunted and set down her plate, her hunger gone and replaced by a complex mix of emotions deep in her stomach that she had no time or desire to unravel.

[color=blanchedalmond]“That idiot…”[/color] She muttered and crossed her arms, her musculature barely noticeable under her dress.. As if on cue, a second year walked up to her. 

“I’m really thirsty, can you help me out? I think you have a six-pac-”

[color=blanchedalmond]“No.”[/color] Lisa growled at the guy, who immediately ran away and back to his little gang of dorky friends. [color=blanchedalmond]“Here we go…”[/color] She sighed as she saw yet another member of that group approach her. Situations like that were why she never wore makeup or fancy clothes if she could help it.