Sitting on the ground within her playroom
, on top of a blanket, and boyfriend, a room designed for picnics
and tea parties
, Mina Bellerose reached for her tea cup that awaited for her on a table
designed to look like a tea trunk stomp. She leisurely took a ladylike sip as she scanned her set up
. Her favorite part of this room was the swinging bench
and the fruit cart
which today displayed strawberries. A little symbolism to her dear cousin’s family. Her tea set
was beautiful and whimsical with pink floral design. It looked like it was made for a child. It was. And her outfit was a slim short sleeve lace chiffon dress
, with a light peach color, shipped from South Korea.
She seemed unbothered as she waited for her guest this lovely Saturday evening. All the other guests had arrived, in the form of her dolls, but not her special guest, who knew well enough she did not tolerate tardiness. There was five minutes to spare. In the corner of the room, she had a live orchestra band, cellist, pianist, violinist and all, because sometimes it was necessary
to add to the atmosphere. The Fashion Princess, the only child of Maxwell Bellerose Jr, needed the calming music because honestly? If she acted out what her mind was thinking, that would be far more… metal. She felt good about her decision. She felt good about this new project, deciding to leave a documentary about the school to someone who cares
. She felt good
. “Christopher, should I give her a call? She’s running awfully late. Very unlike her.
Correction. On time was late, early was on time, in the fashion Legacy’s book. Gingerly, with ease and mild irritation, she took another sip while nestling her bottom on her lover’s lap.
Christopher knew how this plan of hers ended. It wasn’t going to be pretty, but Mina had already made up her mind, and considering that they were practically one and the same, it was unwise for him to aggressively disagree with her. Instead, Christopher would just wait for the inevitable. Mina was going to sit down. And cry. And throw a fit. And Christopher would be there to do his job and cheer her up, like any good boyfriend. As she asked about giving her friend a call, Christopher shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s just wait a few more minutes, princess.”
He suggested, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Mina would learn patience eventually…
Fixing her hat, Emmy-Lou made her way in just a minute before she would be on time. She knew she should have been there earlier but she had messed up her makeup the first time around and that simply wouldn’t do. So she restarted and of course that caused her to be ‘late’. "Now I’m sure y’all are tarred and feathered that I’m late. Trust me, I’m tore up over it too. It was my mistake truly, so I must tell y’all I am truly sorry for making y’all wait on me. Truly sorry. But may I say, y’all look as dashing as always.”
Emmy sat down delicately and smoothed her skirt
out, her back straight and chin up. Looking as lady-like and prim and polished as always. She may have been slightly flustered internally but it did not show externally.
With a calculative glint in her dark void eyes, Mina gave her friend a delicate smile, “Only because flattery will get you literally everywhere in life, you are granted one pass with me. Also that dress, absolutely lovely.”
If it weren’t for the compliments, the princess would’ve made her friend cry most likely. The attire simply gave her brownie points for looking exactly how Mina preferred, especially in her playroom. “Now please, help yourself with a macaron and some tea. We have important matters to discuss.”
Bending over a little bit, the Bellerose heiress placed her drink back on the table, and when she fixed her posture, her arms wrapped around her lover. She leaned her head on his chest and although her face was plastered with a bright smile, her dark gaze was that of a ravening hawk. Patiently, she waited.
Taking a macaron delicately, she used her free hand to catch any crumbs as she bit into it, doing so until she finished the delightful pastry. Emmy-Lou then picked up her cup of tea and with the grace she had hammered into her from a young age, took a sip before bringing it down from her lips and finally looking into her friend’s eyes. ”I reckon I should start by apologizing for not doing my best at keeping y’all up to date on what is happening at the school but since my last update, things went out of kilter lickety split. Everything was just not hunkey dorey! I was doing my best to put everything in order but obviously y’all found out before I could do so. I shoulda done better Mina. I’m sorry.” “Oh Emmy-Lou, no need to apologize I’m already over it.”
She wasn’t. Absentmindedly, she traced her finger in circles on Christopher’s chest before whining, “It just isn’t right!!! Everyone thinks my cousin is this tyrannical beast, thanks to this horrid article with no evidence! What? So she is no longer on friendly terms with Ophelia and Trixie? THAT gives someone who SHOULDN’T be involved PERMISSION to air out her dirty laundry and probably ‘fluff’ the truth to get likes?! What?!”
Fuck you, Jamie Callaghan. This was annoying! Stupid! Nonsensical! He was on the top of her shit list. “So the Punisher’s son can’t keep his emotional whirlwind of a girlfriend to trust him WHOLEHEARTEDLY? I would never-ever-ever in a million years think a PICTURE meant my LOVE cheated on me! And. Christopher knows I’ll kill him if he ever does. Isn’t that right, Teddy?”
Mina looked up at her beloved giving him the most innocent grin.
If you asked Christopher — no one ever did — this whole thing should have blown over after the New Year’s party. He wasn’t too interested in it, but Mina was, so he was dragged along as a spectator. If she wanted to pick a fight with Hailey and the rest of them, then that was her prerogative. Christopher would be along for the ride, and to catch her when she inevitably hit the ground. When she addressed him directly, Christopher looked at her, and smiled with a nod. “Of course, Princess. Focus on your important meeting.”
That’s right! This meeting was IMPORTANT. “Where was I? Oh, yes. This school will utterly go to the dogs and I can’t allow that. I’m sure there will be an announcement about the student council since I know my cousin can no longer be bothered by UNGRATEFUL, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SWINES.”
She paused to calm herself down, thinking about the school enraged her. Truly, vengeance was her drive. “If you want me to feel better, I’ll need you to run for President. You have the charm, you are an absolute angel, and you aren’t one of the big Five, which our school doesn’t necessarily like. As a Bellerose, closely tied to the Green family, I cannot possibly take the charge, but you can. You can be the shining light this school truly needs. I’ll help you with your campaign, but I won’t be your running mate. It’s best if I stay… in the shadows. And if you win, we can make the school sugary sweet. How does that sound?”
Emmy-Lou listened to Mina intently, nodding every now and then in agreement while occasionally taking sips of her tea. She knew Mina was upset and that if she didn’t want to end up on her bad side she needed to stay quiet and listen. As she was informed of Mina’s plan, a smile spread onto her face. Setting her tea down gently, she folded her hands in her lap. ”As y’all know your druthers is my ruthers, so you’re darn tootin’ I will run for president. I will of course need y’alls help as you do know better than I who I need to get on my side to ensure a victory. You can count on me. I’ll win the school over with my winning personality, looks, charm, and your plan of course.”
Emmy smiled widely at the idea of being school president. Ma and Pa would be proud. She’d have more power in the school. Not to mention it would look great on her resume.“ACTUALLY!”
A sudden light bulb went over Mina’s head. “I might know your perfect running mate. She will win you big sympathy points because she’s the cutest little thing and easily… influenced. Her only downside is her social skills. I’m sure I can convince her to try to get out of her comfort zone. She’s Scott Lyon’s little sister and looks like an absolute doll. Just imagine her right beside you? Picture perfect! Also since she is a transgender, you might win points with the LGBTQ community. She actually came back from her vacation today.”
Mina was already taking out her phone to find her childhood friend’s number. “I’ll give her a call and get back to you. Sounds good?” ”Ain’t that a swell idea! You really do have a horse sense Mina!”
Emmy-Lou clapped her hands together in excitement. Her face then became blank as her mind began to turn with an idea. It then lit back up even brighter than before, ”We should be called the TEA PARTY!!!”
She exclaimed excitedly, in one of her blonde moments nonetheless. “I like it.”
It’s true. The Tea Party had a nice ring to it. It would be easily marketable and they could get away with overdressing Anastasia solely because of their name. There were avenues for this. They could take down any competitor using pure cuteness as their weapon. Yes, good thinking, Emmy-Lou. Good thinking, indeed.
With the plan laid out before them, Christopher nodded and looked over at Emmy-Lou, “you can go now. Make a scene and some noise… posters, a slogan, maybe even pamphlets. You’re intelligent, I’m sure you can figure it out. Talk to people, find out what they need or want. Post on Snapchat.”
Christopher was once again relegated to the ‘shooing people because Mina was done with them’ role, but he handled this particular role quite well.”I’ll get to that lickety split! Now you two enjoy your evening while I just skedaddle on out of here.”
Emmy-Lou stood up, grabbing a few of the sweets and putting them in her purse. She then wiggled her fingers in a little wave and made her way out, her heels clicking with each step she took, fading as she got further away. She was already planning her first step in her head. She was going to make sure she made them proud.
In arrogant triumph, her faintly glossed lips tugged upwards into a sinister smirk. Tilting her head, with the phone against her left ear, the ringback tone filling the room, as she waited, Mina giggled, “I’m going to have so much fun.”
After a few seconds, a sheepish, quiet voice answered: “H-hello. Hi. Mina. Are… are you ok?”