[center][h1][color=lightpink]Olivia[/color][/h1]
[sub][color=lightgreen][s]Persephone[/s][/color][/sub]
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[color=LightPink][color=lightgreen]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=lightgreen]Location:[/color] Sorian Beach 
[color=lightgreen]Interactions:[/color] [@JJ Doe] Peter 
[color=lightgreen]Mentions:[/color] 
[color=lightgreen]Aesthetic:[/color] 
[url=https://i.imgur.com/BkY7bJB.jpg]braid[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/KPh9GKq.png]owl mask[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/Vqe0KN2.png]dress and accessories[/url][/color][hr]

[color=lightgreen]Now that they were in the ballroom, Olivia paused and glanced around. The carnage she’d left prior was gone. Her gaze scanned the ceiling and marveled at how quickly they had fixed up the mansion. She didn’t think she would be surprised though; this peacock would sooner die than admit any faults or cracks. She nudged Peter and pointed at the ceiling with a giggle. [color=lightpink]”Good as new,”[/color] she whispered and covered her mouth with her hand. Olivia pretended as if she had told him a funny joke as innocently as possible. They were, after all, in the lion’s den.

As she took in the surrounding people, she began to inspect the crowd. People are everywhere, and as she searched for Charlotte, she had difficulty spotting her. With the crowd spilling in she knew she could not risk using magic, especially with a nosebleed. She gripped Peter's hand tightly once her gaze caught hold of Count Dickface. Olivia abruptly looked away and glanced at Peter worriedly. [color=lightpink]”Do you think he’ll recognize me?”[/color]she whispered as she moved out of the way of stuffy nobles and scoffed at them.

[color=lightpink][i]Bite your tongue. You’re noble. Act like one….[/i][/color] Liv pulled Peter and her out of the way of a bigger group passing them and glanced at him. Her mask obscured her face well despite the anxiety written across it. [/color]