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[b][color=firebrick]Time[/color][/b]: Night
[b][color=firebrick]Location[/color][/b]: Ballroom
[b][color=firebrick]Attire[/color][/b]:https://imgur.com/TBp3fyc | Magic ring on pointer finger
[b][color=firebrick] Interactions[/color][/b]:Kira[@Potter]
[b][color=firebrick] Mentions[/color][/b]: Count Emil [@Princess], Roman [@ReusableSword], Alexander [@funnyguy] 

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Walking through the crowd, Violet's fingers tapped against her wineglass as she slowly glided across the floor. She wasn’t one to just naturally approach people by interjecting herself into conversations but perhaps this evening she would need too. Alexander did it with such finesse and ease, but Violet felt like a lamb just trying to catch its balance for the first time. 

It was strange. And he was nowhere to be found, if she felt herself drowning she only had herself to pull herself up. She could feel her nerves bubbling up inside of her but taking a sip of the wine helped calm them. If only for the moment. If she was going to come face to face with Marek she would need to get her nerves under control. 

Passing by each group she took note of who was speaking to who, attempting to ease drop as she slowly strode her way past them. There were so many new faces she didn’t recognize and many she had seen a few times. Though for now it seemed many of the groups were simply introductions or simple conversation. Perhaps when the wine started to run dry the real entertainment would begin.

As she continued to walk further into the sea of gowns and fake smiles, she heard Roman’s voice amongst them daring to not look his way. Her feelings for him and the situation were complicated at best, but his request and reason were enough for her to give into the anger and hatred she still held.  


[i][color=gold]”Can you trust Lord Ravenwood…[/color][/i]

[i]No…[/i]

The ghostly reminder was all she needed to snap herself out of any curiosity. Attempting to find her attention anywhere else as a distraction from the idea. Pausing for a moment her eye caught onto Count Emil. A name she had heard but a face she did not remember. He moved deliberately through the crowd with a sense of purpose and pose. Even amongst the sea of people, she felt his gaze on her as her scarlet eyes caught his. His eyes cut through her, as if recognizing something he wasn’t able to name. 

[i]Then he smiled…[/i]

It wasn't flirtation, or even politeness. It felt like an acknowledgement. Violet simply returned his smile with one of her own as the moment passed as quickly as it came. 

Looking over her shoulder for a moment while she took a sip of her wine as she finally made her way to one of the tables, setting the glass down on the pristine linen. 

[color=6495ED]”Hi there, how are you?”[/color] the voice interrupted. She looked over her shoulder for a moment, her eyes catching hers before turning around. [color=6495ED]”I’m Malia. It’s nice to meet you.”[/color] 

Violet looked at the woman for a moment, the voice wasn’t one she had heard before. Though her appearance did look familiar she couldn’t quite place it. 

[color=firebrick]”Good evening.”[/color] she smiled at her softly but the look behind her eye was hard to erase. [color=firebrick]”It’s a pleasure Malia, my name is Violet Damien.”[/color]
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