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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/voFe7CA.png[/img]  
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]: [color=#1C402E]Evergreen Room[/color]
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance looked over to the other bathroom door, then to the counter and paused. The little timid woman, Renee, had left her bag there. She was most likely going to come back sometime before dinner, and so Constance decided the nice thing to do was give her a little time to do so. She walked over to the door that went to the other woman's room, unlocked it before walking back to her room and closing the door to the bathroom and locking it so the little timid thing couldn't come inside. For all Constance knew, Renee could just be playing pretend. She could easily be the blackmailer. Anyone could be the blackmailer. The maids, any of the LaLune Family, any of the other reward nominees.

She huffed and pushed those thoughts out of her mind and walked over to her suitcases. She picked one one of the firm case suitcases and set it upon the bed and zipped it open finding her mini travel steamer and mini travel iron. [color=#e31e1e]"Alright, we have about thirty minutes before dinner, we do want to look our best~"[/color] 

At that moment there came a knock on her door, and she blinked. More blackmail? She narrowed her eyes as she walked over and paused by the door. [color=#e31e1e]"Whom is it?"[/color]

"Mr. Wadsworth at your service, Mademoiselle. Felix Wadsworth. Head Butler. I am here to collect your dinner selection card." 

Constance took a breath at that. Of course. It was 4:30 PM, the time that they had said they would collect them. She walked over to the desk and picked up the little card and then walked back to the door and opened it. [color=#e31e1e]"Thank you Mr. Wadsworth. I do appreciate it."[/color]

He took the card, and bowed slightly. "If there is anything else you shall need, Mademoiselle, just let myself or one of the other staff know. We will be happy to help you."

[color=#e31e1e]"There is nothing else at this time. Thank you."[/color] With that, the gentleman was off, and Constance closed and locked her door again. She let out a sigh and brushed her brow a bit. Sweat? Her? Why was she suddenly nervous about dinner?

In the back of her mind she knew why she was nervous. The looming threat. Just because the pictures were gone did not mean that the blackmailer was gone. What was worse was she didn't even know what they wanted! Usually didn't blackmailers make demands of some kind? Money? Jewels? Anything? Isn't that how it usually went? This one had just left the photos. No note, no cryptic words. Nothing. 

Constance walked back over to the case and pulled out the steamer and plugged it in so it would start warming up, and then did the same with her iron. It was only a few minor wrinkles she needed to steam and iron out, but everything still had to be [i]perfect[/i] for the welcome dinner. It wasn't the black tie dinner or the award ceremony, but Constance was still going to look her best.

She started with the [url=https://stelleworld.com/cdn/shop/files/3_f001604e-2693-46bd-b9eb-bc3966fa2c30.jpg?v=1740899991&width=900] pants[/url], finding a nice flat surface to lay them out on, and ironing out the bottoms, and making sure the creases were nice and crisp again. The pockets were pressed, she wouldn't be needing them after all. She would be using [url=https://images.laceandfavour.com/_cache/_products/1700x1700/paradox-london-doria-champagne-shimmer-box-clutch-bag-2.jpg]a clutch[/url] to carry her phone and any identification she needed with her to dinner. 

Next, she steamed out her [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71ez6Z4LxDL._AC_UY350_.jpg]blouse,[/url] making sure there were no wrinkles and that the shoulders draped just so. She was content with her wardrobe choice for that night, and smiled as she fished out the last detail to tie it all together, [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61h0YxWJpIL._AC_UY900_.jpg]the shoes.[/url] 

By that point as she let her items cool down and hang, she figured that the timid little thing would be done in the bathroom so she popped back in to do a few last touches. She touched up her make up and her hair, making sure that every curl fell just right as she decided to leave her hair down for dinner. With that, it was time to change. 

Her dirty clothing were gently deposited into a traveling laundry bag that had the neat label for [b]dirty[/b] on it, and would be placed next to the wardrobe for the next few days. She reminded herself to ask Wadsworth or one of the maids about the laundry facilities when she saw them next, as she really hoped she wouldn't have to carry dirty things home. Her dirty clothing mingling about with her clean clothing? How scandalous!

She gently slipped on the pants first, zipping up the side zipper with ease before slipping the blouse on. She fluffed up her hair gently, and then slipped on her shoes next. She deposited her phone, some money and her ID into her clutch, as well as a small thing of lip gloss, before snapping it close. She did one last look over in the mirror, and after plucking one stray hair from her self, she determined she was once again [i]perfect.[/i]

She looked at the map once more before deciding to tuck that into her clutch as well and set off for the dining room with a few minutes to spare. She wouldn't make a grand entrance, but she would make the [i]perfect[/i] one.