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[color=#DDA0DD]Time:[/color] Morning 
[color=#DDA0DD]Location:[/color] Tea Party
[color=#DDA0DD]Interactions:[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Drake / Duke Edwards [color=Violet]♥[/color][/color] 
[color=#DDA0DD]Mentions:[/color]
[color=#DDA0DD]Aesthetic:[/color] 
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/SqeS5XM.jpg]Dress[/url]
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/ZTi939n.png]Shoes[/url]
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/8t56BQf.png]Necklace[/url]
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/vRzhDBV.png]Gloves[/url]
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/6S66HVz.png]Crown[/url]
[color=Violet]♥[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/ZgwXBNR.jpg]Hair[/url]
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[color=#B39DDB]Sadie smiled when Duke Edwards joined their table. The smile was polite and cordial, much like the way she had been raised. However, the addition of his father now incorporated a new vibe to their table. Now there was the added pressure of the Duke joining them. Undoubtedly, this entire interaction would reach her parent’s ears and further increase the importance of not messing up. The churning in her stomach intensified like a hurricane at sea. The anxiety she held at bay was threatening to overwhelm her. She had to stay calm, and remain prim and proper. Sadie swallowed and began bouncing her leg under the table. It was both a mechanism to release her anxiety and pent up energy. 

How Drake addressed his father seemed pleasant enough. Despite the innocence, Sadie wondered what if there was a double meaning. Nonetheless, it was not her business, so she remained silent. While the two discussed their lives together, Sadie wondered what her parents were up to right now. Were Felix and Beatrice enjoying their time at home? She hoped they were. Sadie, despite enjoying time with Drake, was becoming restless with the tea party. Those two were better suited for these events, of maintaining conversation, and acting prim and proper. Sadie went to chew her fingernails before remembering the gloves and why she had worn them. With a quiet sigh, she folded her hands around her tea mug. 

Finally, introductions were in order, and Sadie faced them both. A smile greeted them both from ear-to-ear. [color=#DDA0DD]”It’s so nice to meet you, Duke Edwards!”[/color] Sadie chirped in response, quickly and eloquently. Well, it would have been, if she hadn’t nearly knocked over her mug in her haste to respond. She recovered quickly and released the mug in order not to upset it further. [color=#DDA0DD]”Yes, we met at the beach the other day while I collected seashells. For charity purposes, and also, because I enjoy crafts.”[/color] She gestured to her tiara and necklace with a continued smile. [color=#DDA0DD]”Your son is quite lovely, Mr. Edwards. You’ve done a great job raising him and teaching him everything.”[/color] She dipped her head respectfully and remained quiet afterwards.

When he spoke of intruding, she waved him off gently. It was as if the notion was nonsense and not to allow it to sully their time together. [color=#DDA0DD]”Yes, we’ve heard of the masquerade. I plan to attend tonight. We are both meeting there tonight!”[/color] She laughed delightedly, and remained cordial and peppy as normal. The butterflies were now threatening to drown her in her anxiety. The expectations, the rumors, the gossip, if she ruined her parent's names; the list continued growing in her head. Sadie moved her hands to the edge of her chair and did her best to remain outwardly happy for them both.[/color]