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The room was, in a word, chaos. Organized chaos, granted, but still chaos. And within the eye of the storm stood Belle, barely watching the half-dozen ladies fuss over her. This would not be the first or last grand event, though she knew that the Millennium Festival was a touch above the rest. It wasn't often that her mother insisted on certain family jewels to be worn–after Miss Perfect Maribel had her choice, of course–but Belle hadn't expected Scion Rosaria's tiara to be in the mix. It was a humble thing, made of silver and emeralds, yet beautiful all the same. It stared at her from its pillow, glinting quietly. She almost felt it was judging her for some reason. The emerald gown she wore was made for this day; it was a tulip sleeved gown made from a material that shimmered like silk with every movement she made. Her makeup highlighted her green eyes, with the exception of her red lips. There were an assortment of buds on the dress and in her blonde braid, though she would leave them as-is until her arrival.

As the maids put their finishing touches, Belle stepped down from the small platform and walked. She half listened to her lady-in-waiting, Lady Joanna, as the woman rattled off the evening's program. A sermon and then the gathering at Duke Giles' manor. The latter was interesting, to say the least. The duke had been quite pleased to host and was eager to rub elbows. From what she heard, the duke was trying to marry off his daughter to the crown prince of Veradis. Perhaps he hoped he could achieve this through socialization? The security detail must have been a nightmare with the many royals and nobles and those of import gathering all in one place. 

Belle had let her mind wander, keeping quiet for the car ride. If she was honest, she felt a little tired. She had hoped to recover some energy as the day passed, but she felt drained for some reason. She chalked it up to the excitement of the day, but this was the first time in a long time that she wished she could have snuck in a nap at some point. Alas, it was not meant to be, and as the car came to a stop, she knew it was time to face the public.

She gave Guy a quiet 'thank you' as he offered his hand, taking it as she stepped out of the car. As she stood, she exhaled a touch, letting her mana blossom each of the buds on her dress and hair. The variety of flowers made for a fun spectacle, the photography flashes increasing as she walked. Belle closed her eyes for a moment, figuring that was enough to please the masses, only to open her eyes to a microphone in front of her.

"Your Highness! Is it true that you lost out on the Belle Rêve Beauty Line to Scion Maya Desrosiers?!"

Ugh.

Belle's perfectly manicured smile didn't flinch. [color=seagreen]"It is, yes,"[/color] She replied softly, widening her smile before carrying on, leaving the reporter bewildered at the lack of an explanation.