It's cool we can still be friends - Bright Eyes
I have to leave for dance in like a minute so, yeah, here is a set. adios.
I have to leave for dance in like a minute so, yeah, here is a set. adios.
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Ok. I lied about not auditioning anymore. I can't resist writing for this character (er, me). So here we go.
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Jordan McGill (20)
Hometown; Seattle, WA
Birthday; October 18, 1991
Likes; candles, traveling, the east coast, the smell of old books, fall, sad indie music, riding boots, minimalism, makeup, chandeliers, Paris, speaking french, reading tabloids (secretly), the idea of love, astrological signs, collared shirts.
Dislikes; closed mindedness, girls who act dumb, snakes, heights, stomach aches, zucchini, wearing sunglasses, drugs, the taste of alcohol, stepping out of her comfort zone, flirting, people who talk during movies, eggplant.
Never Without; painted nails, perfume (usually ysl Paris), her agenda, her iphone, mini hand sanitizer, lip balm, a book ready to read at anytime, pepper spray (just in case).
Bio; Jordan spent most of high school studying. She took every AP and Honors class she a could and managed to get a 4.0 every year (well except geometry, but she doesn’t like to talk about that.) All of her hard work paid off. She was accepted into the school of her dreams: Columbia University. A few student loans and a plane ticket later she was in New York City. And, well, it wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. Because of her studious ways in High School she had never really come out of her shell which made socializing and having fun at college a hard thing for her. She graduated with a major Journalism and a minor in French Language and History and started a job search that she assumed would be much more laborious. She took an interview with L’Express, a French language magazine. They liked her and offered her a job…one catch. She had to move to Los Angeles. And so reluctantly she did. Now that she’s moved she’s trying once again to become the social butterfly she wants to be and she might just be able to thanks to the handsome French boy in the office next to hers.
Model; Anais Pouliot
Taken By; @heart-shaped-bruises
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*The French might be really bad. I’m only in my second year at school so, sorry about that!
7:00 AM
“Yes, Mom. No, it’s fine. Small but definitely less roaches than in New York. ”
“I do wish you were somewhere, I don’t know, somewhere roachless.”
“There’s only so much a person can do with 100,000 dollars in student loans.”
“Should have gone to U-Dub!” My dad huffed somewhere in the background of the phone call. I could feel the dysfunction creeping through the telephone wires. “I guess you are close to home. That’s nice. You can come home and see the cats.” My mom said ignoring dad.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away much. Work seems like it’s going to be…” I struggled for a word that fit. “Fulfilling.” I sat down on the corner of my futon bed. There was a lump under my butt that caused me to shift. IKEA is cheap for a reason.
“Just, please, enjoy life. It’s the first time in fifteen years that you don’t have to study.” I heard her breath form a sigh on the other end.
“I will but now I need to go do my hair. I really don’t want my boss to see me with bed head.”
“No one wants that. Try and call me again sometime this week.”
“I will. Love you, mom.”
“Love you, too.”
8:00 AM
“Jesus Christ.” My ankle was twisted in a weird position. “Really fucking great. This is a fucking sign. I shouldn’t have fucking moved.” Standing in the middle of a street was probably not the best place for a breakdown. People were peering out of the corner of their eyes, pretending not to look so they had no responsibility to help.
I stood up straighter and tested some weight on my foot. It was fine. Overreacting as usual, I thought. The L’express offices were about a block away if I had the directions right. So far I wasn’t impressed by LA. How could I be after New York? Which, granted, wasn’t the best experience of my life but I loved the city. I needed the city. I actually belonged there, or I could see myself eventually belonging there, which is more than I could say for where I grew up. LA was looking to follow in Seattle’s footsteps.
The building was gray… and there wasn’t much more to say than that. Inside, the walls were the color of a dusty terracotta pot. A few wooden desks were in the center of the floor. Each seemed to be piled high with papers and pictures of loved ones pushed to the corners so as to fit their computers.
I walked to the receptionist who most definitely looked chic and beautiful enough to be French. The wood paneled nameplate on the desk read Aurelie. “Bonjour. Je m’appelle Jordan McGill. Je suis ici pour ma premiere jour.”
“Oui, you can speak English here you knows.” She said with a light accent. “Zis is America, after all.”
“Oh,” Feeling dumb after being in the office for about forty five seconds. Great. “I just thought that might be preferred.”
“Non,” Her eyes creased in a sympathetic smile. The smile that meant, once again Jordan you’re out of place.
1:34 PM
“Bonjour?” The voice was rough. An unpaved road or a scratchy wool sweater. “Hello?”
“Oui.” I stood up and smoothed out my skirt. Suddenly more aware of how the wind had untucked it from my chignon this morning. “Hi, you must be Pierre. “
“Indeed.” Oh god. His accent. Oh god. “We are office partners, non?”
“Uhm. Uh. Yes. Oui.” Oh god. His hair. Oh my god. His Eyes. Fucking hell.
“Nice to meet you…?”
“Jordan.” My name sounded strangled compared to his elegant French. Pierre > Jordan.
He leaned in to give a kiss on the cheek. What a cliché French man. I liked it though. I couldn’t tell if my skin prickled from excitement or the light stubble on his chin. “Nice to meet you Jordan.” I noticed how much more beautiful it sounded when he spoke it. “I’m sorry I was away this morning. I had to see my sister off at the airport.”
“It’s really not a problem.”
“I’m just glad you’re my new office partner not old Berthe.” He chuckled which revealed a dimple in his left cheek. “She has ze breath like a dragon.” He smiled at me expecting a laugh and I didn’t let him down.
8:21 PM
“Does he have a girlfriend?” Amara, my best friend since high school asked.
“We didn’t exactly go over our relationship status as some get to know you game. How am I supposed to know? ”
“Well, you could ask him to fuck you. That should give you a definite answer.”
I rolled my eyes. She couldn’t see it over the phone but she knew what I was doing. “That’s a little too prostitute-y for me.”
“Sex does not equal prostitution.”
“I’m hanging up now, Amara.”
“Use protection!”
“Bye.” I sat down on the lone stool in my kitchenette. The walls were covered in grandma’s quilt floral wallpaper. The floor was linoleum. You could call it homey if you were on social security.
“Jordan,” I was speaking aloud. To myself. This is what happens when you’re an only child. “Every time you meet a nice, friendly guy you think it’s more than it is. No. Not this time.” I walked over to the cupboard of a bathroom I had in this apartment. I reached for a random blush, primping for some event I definitely wasn’t going to. “You are a strong woman. Oh my fucking god. I’ve become a self help book. A walking self help book example.” Lipstick next, a dark berry shade. Smacking my lips I walked out of the bathroom. “Stop thinking about him. Or about anything. I should start meditating or some shit. Cleanse the mind.” But as I laid back on my pillow I went over the conversations I could have with Pierre the next day.
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I think getting to write as me but actually not me would be a really interesting experience. I’m brimming with story ideas and paths for this character to go and I’d really like to show them. When I wrote the bio I tried to be realistic about what I thought the future could possible hold for me (well minus me looking like a model and having a French love interest, one can only hope) so that other people in the group can get a real feel for who I am and in a weird way I think I could learn things about myself and about how I really want the next few years in my life to go. I have a lot of exciting things in mind for this character and I know that I want to be dedicated to writing it. Hopefully I’ll have the chance to keep exploring my future even further.
P.S. This made it seem like it was going to be really romance focused and that’s not necessarily true. There are lots of things that can happen!
@sophiaspastic and @the-clary-project
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Jordan McGill (20)
Hometown; Seattle, WA
Birthday; October 18, 1991
Likes; candles, traveling, the east coast, the smell of old books, fall, sad indie music, riding boots, minimalism, makeup, chandeliers, Paris, speaking french, reading tabloids (secretly), the idea of love, astrological signs, collared shirts.
Dislikes; closed mindedness, girls who act dumb, snakes, heights, stomach aches, zucchini, wearing sunglasses, drugs, the taste of alcohol, stepping out of her comfort zone, flirting, people who talk during movies, eggplant.
Never Without; painted nails, perfume (usually ysl Paris), her agenda, her iphone, mini hand sanitizer, lip balm, a book ready to read at anytime, pepper spray (just in case).
Bio; Jordan spent most of high school studying. She took every AP and Honors class she a could and managed to get a 4.0 every year (well except geometry, but she doesn’t like to talk about that.) All of her hard work paid off. She was accepted into the school of her dreams: Columbia University. A few student loans and a plane ticket later she was in New York City. And, well, it wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. Because of her studious ways in High School she had never really come out of her shell which made socializing and having fun at college a hard thing for her. She graduated with a major Journalism and a minor in French Language and History and started a job search that she assumed would be much more laborious. She took an interview with L’Express, a French language magazine. They liked her and offered her a job…one catch. She had to move to Los Angeles. And so reluctantly she did. Now that she’s moved she’s trying once again to become the social butterfly she wants to be and she might just be able to thanks to the handsome French boy in the office next to hers.
Model; Anais Pouliot
Taken By; @heart-shaped-bruises
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*The French might be really bad. I’m only in my second year at school so, sorry about that!
7:00 AM
“Yes, Mom. No, it’s fine. Small but definitely less roaches than in New York. ”
“I do wish you were somewhere, I don’t know, somewhere roachless.”
“There’s only so much a person can do with 100,000 dollars in student loans.”
“Should have gone to U-Dub!” My dad huffed somewhere in the background of the phone call. I could feel the dysfunction creeping through the telephone wires. “I guess you are close to home. That’s nice. You can come home and see the cats.” My mom said ignoring dad.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away much. Work seems like it’s going to be…” I struggled for a word that fit. “Fulfilling.” I sat down on the corner of my futon bed. There was a lump under my butt that caused me to shift. IKEA is cheap for a reason.
“Just, please, enjoy life. It’s the first time in fifteen years that you don’t have to study.” I heard her breath form a sigh on the other end.
“I will but now I need to go do my hair. I really don’t want my boss to see me with bed head.”
“No one wants that. Try and call me again sometime this week.”
“I will. Love you, mom.”
“Love you, too.”
8:00 AM
“Jesus Christ.” My ankle was twisted in a weird position. “Really fucking great. This is a fucking sign. I shouldn’t have fucking moved.” Standing in the middle of a street was probably not the best place for a breakdown. People were peering out of the corner of their eyes, pretending not to look so they had no responsibility to help.
I stood up straighter and tested some weight on my foot. It was fine. Overreacting as usual, I thought. The L’express offices were about a block away if I had the directions right. So far I wasn’t impressed by LA. How could I be after New York? Which, granted, wasn’t the best experience of my life but I loved the city. I needed the city. I actually belonged there, or I could see myself eventually belonging there, which is more than I could say for where I grew up. LA was looking to follow in Seattle’s footsteps.
The building was gray… and there wasn’t much more to say than that. Inside, the walls were the color of a dusty terracotta pot. A few wooden desks were in the center of the floor. Each seemed to be piled high with papers and pictures of loved ones pushed to the corners so as to fit their computers.
I walked to the receptionist who most definitely looked chic and beautiful enough to be French. The wood paneled nameplate on the desk read Aurelie. “Bonjour. Je m’appelle Jordan McGill. Je suis ici pour ma premiere jour.”
“Oui, you can speak English here you knows.” She said with a light accent. “Zis is America, after all.”
“Oh,” Feeling dumb after being in the office for about forty five seconds. Great. “I just thought that might be preferred.”
“Non,” Her eyes creased in a sympathetic smile. The smile that meant, once again Jordan you’re out of place.
1:34 PM
“Bonjour?” The voice was rough. An unpaved road or a scratchy wool sweater. “Hello?”
“Oui.” I stood up and smoothed out my skirt. Suddenly more aware of how the wind had untucked it from my chignon this morning. “Hi, you must be Pierre. “
“Indeed.” Oh god. His accent. Oh god. “We are office partners, non?”
“Uhm. Uh. Yes. Oui.” Oh god. His hair. Oh my god. His Eyes. Fucking hell.
“Nice to meet you…?”
“Jordan.” My name sounded strangled compared to his elegant French. Pierre > Jordan.
He leaned in to give a kiss on the cheek. What a cliché French man. I liked it though. I couldn’t tell if my skin prickled from excitement or the light stubble on his chin. “Nice to meet you Jordan.” I noticed how much more beautiful it sounded when he spoke it. “I’m sorry I was away this morning. I had to see my sister off at the airport.”
“It’s really not a problem.”
“I’m just glad you’re my new office partner not old Berthe.” He chuckled which revealed a dimple in his left cheek. “She has ze breath like a dragon.” He smiled at me expecting a laugh and I didn’t let him down.
8:21 PM
“Does he have a girlfriend?” Amara, my best friend since high school asked.
“We didn’t exactly go over our relationship status as some get to know you game. How am I supposed to know? ”
“Well, you could ask him to fuck you. That should give you a definite answer.”
I rolled my eyes. She couldn’t see it over the phone but she knew what I was doing. “That’s a little too prostitute-y for me.”
“Sex does not equal prostitution.”
“I’m hanging up now, Amara.”
“Use protection!”
“Bye.” I sat down on the lone stool in my kitchenette. The walls were covered in grandma’s quilt floral wallpaper. The floor was linoleum. You could call it homey if you were on social security.
“Jordan,” I was speaking aloud. To myself. This is what happens when you’re an only child. “Every time you meet a nice, friendly guy you think it’s more than it is. No. Not this time.” I walked over to the cupboard of a bathroom I had in this apartment. I reached for a random blush, primping for some event I definitely wasn’t going to. “You are a strong woman. Oh my fucking god. I’ve become a self help book. A walking self help book example.” Lipstick next, a dark berry shade. Smacking my lips I walked out of the bathroom. “Stop thinking about him. Or about anything. I should start meditating or some shit. Cleanse the mind.” But as I laid back on my pillow I went over the conversations I could have with Pierre the next day.
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I think getting to write as me but actually not me would be a really interesting experience. I’m brimming with story ideas and paths for this character to go and I’d really like to show them. When I wrote the bio I tried to be realistic about what I thought the future could possible hold for me (well minus me looking like a model and having a French love interest, one can only hope) so that other people in the group can get a real feel for who I am and in a weird way I think I could learn things about myself and about how I really want the next few years in my life to go. I have a lot of exciting things in mind for this character and I know that I want to be dedicated to writing it. Hopefully I’ll have the chance to keep exploring my future even further.
P.S. This made it seem like it was going to be really romance focused and that’s not necessarily true. There are lots of things that can happen!
@sophiaspastic and @the-clary-project
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I think it's been like six months since I made a set. whoops. I always just vanish and come back.
My mind is wandering and I don't really have anything to say, as per usual. So just expect more...maybe?
My mind is wandering and I don't really have anything to say, as per usual. So just expect more...maybe?
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✰ Friday April 27 : The wedding court is in full swing and the public, and paparazzi are dying to get a good look. So Marie has decided that club hopping in Paris is in order. Limos will be parading you through the city of lights to all the elite Parisian establishments. Have fun, maybe be a little naughty, and lets hope no one gets too bad a rap in the tabloids.
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SO sorry I haven't been keeping up to date. I went out of town for a couple days and life has been really hectic. I promise that the story will be up in a couple of hours. Comment if you want in. :)
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SO sorry I haven't been keeping up to date. I went out of town for a couple days and life has been really hectic. I promise that the story will be up in a couple of hours. Comment if you want in. :)
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Scavenger hunt. @labellabeautyxo Sorry it's up later than I thought!
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“Somebody’s fucking kidding, right?” I practically yelled when I saw the list of field trip partners. Me, Eloise, and Ryan all on the same team. I was going to jump off a building.
We assembled into our groups and I felt my face get hot. I couldn’t tell if it was from seeing Eloise or being next to Ryan. “Why don’t we go to the reptile exhibit? We can work there.” Ryan spoke, breaking the silence. Eloise and I bothe flowed him reluctantly.
“You like snakes, don’t you? You practically are one.” I said and barely stopped a laugh. Ryan looked like a deer in the headlights.
“You biitch!” Eloise lunged at me and Ryan held her back. I decided to leave it at the for now. I gave her a small smirk.
We sat down together. Ryan sat between Eloise and I so as to prevent us from fighting. Probably a good idea. “So, let’s work on the assignment.” I said. I just wanted to get it done so I could leave as fast as possible.
“I have better things to do.” She stood up and sat on Ryan’s lap. I dug my nails into my palm. “You’re so buff, Ryan.” Now she was rubbing his chest. I didn’t know what to do. It was fight or flight at it’s finest. “Kenzie, don’t you like his hair?” My cheeks were flushing red. I had to stay calm. I tried to take my eyes off of her but I couldn’t.
“Ryan… I know you like me.” She began in what I guess was the sexiest voice she could muster up. “I should have given you a chance. You’re a great guy.” She looked right at me and then pulled him into a kiss. I guess flight won out.
Before I knew it I was running out the door. I couldn’t handle them together. Or him with anyone. I wanted him. They say that in times trouble many people see things clearer. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salty tears in my mouth. I allowed myself to keep crying because I thought I was alone.
“Kenz,” Ryan’s deep voice spoke from behind me. “Are you ok?”
“Obviously not.”
He inched toward me. “I didn’t think you were the crying type.”
“I didn’t think you were the type to like a complete biitch.”
“Wow, thanks.” I didn’t appreciate him acting hurt.
“She’s awful. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of this.” More tears streaked my face.
“You aren’t as good at not caring as you think you are.” He seemed very close now. A comforting type of close though.
“What’s the supposed to mean?”
“The whole time you were fuckking me you might have actually liked me.”
“Well, that’s a given.”
“You know what I mean, and when you’re ready to admit it I’m there. Ok?” He gave me a half smile and turned away, walking in the opposite direction. For once I had no comebacks.
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“Somebody’s fucking kidding, right?” I practically yelled when I saw the list of field trip partners. Me, Eloise, and Ryan all on the same team. I was going to jump off a building.
We assembled into our groups and I felt my face get hot. I couldn’t tell if it was from seeing Eloise or being next to Ryan. “Why don’t we go to the reptile exhibit? We can work there.” Ryan spoke, breaking the silence. Eloise and I bothe flowed him reluctantly.
“You like snakes, don’t you? You practically are one.” I said and barely stopped a laugh. Ryan looked like a deer in the headlights.
“You biitch!” Eloise lunged at me and Ryan held her back. I decided to leave it at the for now. I gave her a small smirk.
We sat down together. Ryan sat between Eloise and I so as to prevent us from fighting. Probably a good idea. “So, let’s work on the assignment.” I said. I just wanted to get it done so I could leave as fast as possible.
“I have better things to do.” She stood up and sat on Ryan’s lap. I dug my nails into my palm. “You’re so buff, Ryan.” Now she was rubbing his chest. I didn’t know what to do. It was fight or flight at it’s finest. “Kenzie, don’t you like his hair?” My cheeks were flushing red. I had to stay calm. I tried to take my eyes off of her but I couldn’t.
“Ryan… I know you like me.” She began in what I guess was the sexiest voice she could muster up. “I should have given you a chance. You’re a great guy.” She looked right at me and then pulled him into a kiss. I guess flight won out.
Before I knew it I was running out the door. I couldn’t handle them together. Or him with anyone. I wanted him. They say that in times trouble many people see things clearer. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salty tears in my mouth. I allowed myself to keep crying because I thought I was alone.
“Kenz,” Ryan’s deep voice spoke from behind me. “Are you ok?”
“Obviously not.”
He inched toward me. “I didn’t think you were the crying type.”
“I didn’t think you were the type to like a complete biitch.”
“Wow, thanks.” I didn’t appreciate him acting hurt.
“She’s awful. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of this.” More tears streaked my face.
“You aren’t as good at not caring as you think you are.” He seemed very close now. A comforting type of close though.
“What’s the supposed to mean?”
“The whole time you were fuckking me you might have actually liked me.”
“Well, that’s a given.”
“You know what I mean, and when you’re ready to admit it I’m there. Ok?” He gave me a half smile and turned away, walking in the opposite direction. For once I had no comebacks.
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✰ Monday April 23 : Now that you are settled and the formal ceremony is over, it's time to party Marie's way. You will be joining her at her private chateau, The Petit Trianon. It will be an entire day and night of indulgence. For the better part of the day only girls are allowed, private pampering, sweets, and more will be provided so that Marie can connect with you all. Then later in the evening dinner will be served, along with the boys of court. Have fun and make a little mischief.
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Story won't be up till tomorrow. Sorry. :/
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Comment to be included!
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✰ Sunday April 22 {Mandatory} : Bonjour and welcome to Versailles! All of you will be arriving from your respective homes today to kick off the royal wedding court of Prince Louis Auguste de France XVIII & Princess Margaret Anne Elizabeth of Wales. Get settled into your respective rooms, meet your roommate if you have one and then prepare to attend they royal commencement ball. The ball is being putting on by the King & Queen and is FORMAL attire. There will be hundred of guests at this lavish affair but you all are the guests of honor. Should make for a magical night.
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I slammed the front door of my little apartment closed behind me and looked out onto a scene of torrential rain. My trenchcoat was belted tightl around my waist but it was not the cause for my breathlessness. I was on my way to the palace of Versailles. Where kings and queens had lived for hundreds of years in absolute luxury. My suitcase weighed down my left arm and I snapped back into reality. I had to get to the train station to catch the train to Versailles in less than fifteen minutes. I took a deep breath and left the safety of the awning. A car horn honked nearby but I paid no attention, at first. It honked again and again. I finally turned and looked in its direction.
It was a black limo with darkened windows but I could see the driver waving me over. I stepped quickly, dodging puddles, and arrived at his window. He rolled it down. “Are you Simone Ferrand?” I was a bit shocked. I thought he had just wanted directions.
“Oui, I am.” I replied skeptically. I hoped he wasn’t planning to take me off and kidnap me.
“I have orders from Princess Marie to take you to Versailles.” I felt the color bloom in my cheeks. Marie knew I could not afford to arrive in style like most of the wedding court would. It was embarrassing nonetheless. I nodded to the driver. He seemed kind. I heard the click of the lock and he motioned for me to get in the back seat. I hurried inside the warmth of the car. Inside I could hear the pounding of the rain on the roof. “Off to Versailles, mademoiselle.”
We arrived at the palace a mere thirty minutes later. It was enormous. I been around it before, on tours and such but never this close. It was even more spectacular than in pictures. A women who must have been a maid came out ot greet me. “Mademoiselle Ferrand?”
“Oui. C’est moi.” She took my suitcase without asking and started walking toward an entrance. I followed quickly. “Where are we going?”
“To your room. You’ll be staying with a Mademoiselle Chevalier.” The name struck a chord in my head. Astrid Chevalier. A fellow student of mine at La Sorbonne. A star soccer player. She seemed nice enough. We arrived at my room a few minutes later. “If you need anything Mademoiselle please just pick up the phone.” I smiled graciously and she left.
The room was gilded in everyway possible. I’ve never seen anything like it. To think of the history and the power that had been inside of this room alone. I flopped down on the bed by the window. Since Astrid wasn’t there yet I figured it was my choice. The bed was so soft and comforting I barely noticed when Astrid walked in. “Simone?”
“Oui! Astrid!” I jumped off the bed and kissed her on the cheeks. “It wil be so fun sharing a room together.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I snore.” She giggled. “Only joking. Have you heard about the ball tonight?”
“What?” My heart beat a skip faster. “No one told me!”
“Yeah. Fancy dresses and everything.” She seemed as though this would be a bad thing.
“Thank god, I brought a gown.” I sighed. She seemed amused. “You never know!” I spent the next couple of hours getting ready. I had a long blue Elie Saab gown that I had purchased for fifty percent off, not that I would be telling. My makeup was simple. A little flick of eyeliner and pink toned lipstick. I put on a bit more blush than usual, inspired my Marie Antoinette herself. My hair fell in soft waves framing my face. Astrid didn’t get in my way much. She seemed like a good roommate in that way.
“Are you ready to go, I think it’s about to start soon.”
“Oui! I can’t believe I’ve been able to wait until now.” We made our way into the grand ballroom. It was probably the largest room I’ve ever been in my life. Once again the architecture was beautiful. Astrid saw someone she knew, a boy I believe and left me by myself. My stomach was flip flopping. I didn’t know who to approach. Luckily I saw Bansari, a quiet girl I knew from La Sorbonne. “Bansari!”
“Simone, you look lovely.”
“As do you. I had no idea you were part of the wedding court!”
“My father is prime minister of India.” Of course, I already knew that. I knew who most everyone here was. I had studied. “Do you know Marie?”
“Yes. Quite well actually. I was just going to go talk to her. I’ll see you later, I’m sure.” I walked away and found Marie in a crowd of people. “Marie!” She leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks.
“Simone. You look gorgeous. Almost better than me.” She winked. “Do you have enough champagne?”
“Yes! I have to admit I’m pretty tipsy already.”
“We’ll have to make you a better drinker during your stay here. Let me introduce you to some of my friends. ” I looked around the circle and recognized everyone immediately. “This is Freja.”
“Bonjour. I’m Simone.” I smiled in her direction. Freja Angstrom. Rockstar. She had a bit of a reputation.
“This is Yvette. One of my dearest friends.” Yvette swooped in and kissed me on the cheek unexpectedly.
“Simone, darling! How lovely it is to meet you.”
“Thank you! It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
“This is my husband.” The man beside her held out his hand and I shook it. The count of foix. She stared into his eyes. They looked very much in love.
“And this, is the couple of honor.” Marie announced. “My brother Louis. And his wife to be Margaret.” I shook both their hand and they seemed genuinely nice. Louis reminded me of his sister. “And the scoundrel next to Louis is Charles-Jean.”
“Lovely to meet you, mademoiselle.”
“Likewise, Monsieur.” Charles-Jean Doucet. Rich, arrogant, playboy. Louis’ best friend. He was very attractive in person. Everyone talked a bit longer. Charles was flirting with me, and everyone else. No surprise there. I thanked Marie again and left to meet a few more people.
I ran into Astrid again where she was with a gaggle of girls I did not know. “Hello, again.” I said.
“Simone! You have to meet Isidora.”
“You’re a ballerina, no?” I asked.
“Yes. I am or, well I was.” She didn’t elaborate. Her Russian accent was stronger than I expected it would be.
“And this is Merel. Princess of the Netherlands.”
Merel took a long sip of her champagne. “Bonjour. ” I recognized her. She had a sex tape scandal. How royal.
“And this is Aveline. Marie’s sister.” Aveline practically sneered at me. I was sure I was taller than her but I felt like she was looking down on me. She nodded at me but did not bother to introduce herself. “And last but certainly not least is Clarice.”
“I don’t recognize you, dear!” Clarice chirped. “Where are you from?”
“Um, Bayonne.” I hesitated.
“Oh, well. That’s nice. I heard it’s lovely there in the summer.” She covered. I still felt embarrassed.
“Yes. Oui. It is.” I replied. The rest of the nigh consisted of dancing, drinking, and eating. I actually felt like a princess. I could hardly believe how far my life had come.
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I slammed the front door of my little apartment closed behind me and looked out onto a scene of torrential rain. My trenchcoat was belted tightl around my waist but it was not the cause for my breathlessness. I was on my way to the palace of Versailles. Where kings and queens had lived for hundreds of years in absolute luxury. My suitcase weighed down my left arm and I snapped back into reality. I had to get to the train station to catch the train to Versailles in less than fifteen minutes. I took a deep breath and left the safety of the awning. A car horn honked nearby but I paid no attention, at first. It honked again and again. I finally turned and looked in its direction.
It was a black limo with darkened windows but I could see the driver waving me over. I stepped quickly, dodging puddles, and arrived at his window. He rolled it down. “Are you Simone Ferrand?” I was a bit shocked. I thought he had just wanted directions.
“Oui, I am.” I replied skeptically. I hoped he wasn’t planning to take me off and kidnap me.
“I have orders from Princess Marie to take you to Versailles.” I felt the color bloom in my cheeks. Marie knew I could not afford to arrive in style like most of the wedding court would. It was embarrassing nonetheless. I nodded to the driver. He seemed kind. I heard the click of the lock and he motioned for me to get in the back seat. I hurried inside the warmth of the car. Inside I could hear the pounding of the rain on the roof. “Off to Versailles, mademoiselle.”
We arrived at the palace a mere thirty minutes later. It was enormous. I been around it before, on tours and such but never this close. It was even more spectacular than in pictures. A women who must have been a maid came out ot greet me. “Mademoiselle Ferrand?”
“Oui. C’est moi.” She took my suitcase without asking and started walking toward an entrance. I followed quickly. “Where are we going?”
“To your room. You’ll be staying with a Mademoiselle Chevalier.” The name struck a chord in my head. Astrid Chevalier. A fellow student of mine at La Sorbonne. A star soccer player. She seemed nice enough. We arrived at my room a few minutes later. “If you need anything Mademoiselle please just pick up the phone.” I smiled graciously and she left.
The room was gilded in everyway possible. I’ve never seen anything like it. To think of the history and the power that had been inside of this room alone. I flopped down on the bed by the window. Since Astrid wasn’t there yet I figured it was my choice. The bed was so soft and comforting I barely noticed when Astrid walked in. “Simone?”
“Oui! Astrid!” I jumped off the bed and kissed her on the cheeks. “It wil be so fun sharing a room together.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I snore.” She giggled. “Only joking. Have you heard about the ball tonight?”
“What?” My heart beat a skip faster. “No one told me!”
“Yeah. Fancy dresses and everything.” She seemed as though this would be a bad thing.
“Thank god, I brought a gown.” I sighed. She seemed amused. “You never know!” I spent the next couple of hours getting ready. I had a long blue Elie Saab gown that I had purchased for fifty percent off, not that I would be telling. My makeup was simple. A little flick of eyeliner and pink toned lipstick. I put on a bit more blush than usual, inspired my Marie Antoinette herself. My hair fell in soft waves framing my face. Astrid didn’t get in my way much. She seemed like a good roommate in that way.
“Are you ready to go, I think it’s about to start soon.”
“Oui! I can’t believe I’ve been able to wait until now.” We made our way into the grand ballroom. It was probably the largest room I’ve ever been in my life. Once again the architecture was beautiful. Astrid saw someone she knew, a boy I believe and left me by myself. My stomach was flip flopping. I didn’t know who to approach. Luckily I saw Bansari, a quiet girl I knew from La Sorbonne. “Bansari!”
“Simone, you look lovely.”
“As do you. I had no idea you were part of the wedding court!”
“My father is prime minister of India.” Of course, I already knew that. I knew who most everyone here was. I had studied. “Do you know Marie?”
“Yes. Quite well actually. I was just going to go talk to her. I’ll see you later, I’m sure.” I walked away and found Marie in a crowd of people. “Marie!” She leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks.
“Simone. You look gorgeous. Almost better than me.” She winked. “Do you have enough champagne?”
“Yes! I have to admit I’m pretty tipsy already.”
“We’ll have to make you a better drinker during your stay here. Let me introduce you to some of my friends. ” I looked around the circle and recognized everyone immediately. “This is Freja.”
“Bonjour. I’m Simone.” I smiled in her direction. Freja Angstrom. Rockstar. She had a bit of a reputation.
“This is Yvette. One of my dearest friends.” Yvette swooped in and kissed me on the cheek unexpectedly.
“Simone, darling! How lovely it is to meet you.”
“Thank you! It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
“This is my husband.” The man beside her held out his hand and I shook it. The count of foix. She stared into his eyes. They looked very much in love.
“And this, is the couple of honor.” Marie announced. “My brother Louis. And his wife to be Margaret.” I shook both their hand and they seemed genuinely nice. Louis reminded me of his sister. “And the scoundrel next to Louis is Charles-Jean.”
“Lovely to meet you, mademoiselle.”
“Likewise, Monsieur.” Charles-Jean Doucet. Rich, arrogant, playboy. Louis’ best friend. He was very attractive in person. Everyone talked a bit longer. Charles was flirting with me, and everyone else. No surprise there. I thanked Marie again and left to meet a few more people.
I ran into Astrid again where she was with a gaggle of girls I did not know. “Hello, again.” I said.
“Simone! You have to meet Isidora.”
“You’re a ballerina, no?” I asked.
“Yes. I am or, well I was.” She didn’t elaborate. Her Russian accent was stronger than I expected it would be.
“And this is Merel. Princess of the Netherlands.”
Merel took a long sip of her champagne. “Bonjour. ” I recognized her. She had a sex tape scandal. How royal.
“And this is Aveline. Marie’s sister.” Aveline practically sneered at me. I was sure I was taller than her but I felt like she was looking down on me. She nodded at me but did not bother to introduce herself. “And last but certainly not least is Clarice.”
“I don’t recognize you, dear!” Clarice chirped. “Where are you from?”
“Um, Bayonne.” I hesitated.
“Oh, well. That’s nice. I heard it’s lovely there in the summer.” She covered. I still felt embarrassed.
“Yes. Oui. It is.” I replied. The rest of the nigh consisted of dancing, drinking, and eating. I actually felt like a princess. I could hardly believe how far my life had come.
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Sunday: There's been some tension between us lately, so Jade has decided that everyone could use a nice spa day. No boys and no drama. At least that's the plan...
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The cucumber water at the spa wasn’t doing it for me. I needed some booze or something to ease the mind numbing boredom. “Lexie. Do you have anything?” I whined. She took the cucumber slices off her eyes and dung into her purse.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing guys. Not getting drunk.” Mia chirped. I noticed her and Liv were sitting on opposite sides of the room.
“I think I’m out…” Lexie said. I rolled my eyes at her. “Where are the guys?”
“It’s a spa. I didn’t exactly think they’d want to come.” Jade snapped. Tension was running high in the room. It was ironic everyone was so stressed out in a spa.
“We could have given them a massage.” Kyle offered. Not a surprise she wanted the boys to come.
“I’m surprised you didn’t sneak any in.” I said. Kyle just smirked a little. She was plenty aware of her reputation.
“I’m surprised you haven’t spiked our drinks, Kenz.” Sutton said. Eloise laughed out loud. I thought I saw Casey taking notes on all of our comments. Weird.
“I would if I could. My supplier has been a biitch lately.” An employee walked into the room before anymore exchanges could happen.
“Hello Girls,” Her smile was extremely fake. I wondered how much Jade had paid for us to have this ‘fun’ spa day. Something ridiculous, surely. “I’m here to help you with whatever you’d like.”
“Do you have a cigarette?” Autumn asked. Half of the group including myself laughed.
“Orchard Valley Spa is a smoke free facility. I’m sorry, miss. I can offer you a multitude of other things ranging from massages to facials.”
“I’ll take a facial.” Sutton replied. Most of the other girls agreed, including myself. Partying could take a toll on your skin. The women had us all lie down and close our eyes. I saw this as a perfect opportunity. I sat up and tiptoed out of the room.
Outside it was a beautiful day. I took my phone out of my pocket and started a new text.
TO: Ryan
Know what’s even better than a sunny day? ;)
He replied quickly.
FROM: Ryan
Meet me at your house.
I put my phone back in my purse. The leather seats in my car were hot to the touch. I started the car and drove off without another thought of the spa.
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Such a bad story. Sorry. :/ @the-clary-project @mademoibelle @high-fashionista @thatporcelaindoll @thedaredevil @labellabeautyxo @letitbeforeverhearts
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The cucumber water at the spa wasn’t doing it for me. I needed some booze or something to ease the mind numbing boredom. “Lexie. Do you have anything?” I whined. She took the cucumber slices off her eyes and dung into her purse.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing guys. Not getting drunk.” Mia chirped. I noticed her and Liv were sitting on opposite sides of the room.
“I think I’m out…” Lexie said. I rolled my eyes at her. “Where are the guys?”
“It’s a spa. I didn’t exactly think they’d want to come.” Jade snapped. Tension was running high in the room. It was ironic everyone was so stressed out in a spa.
“We could have given them a massage.” Kyle offered. Not a surprise she wanted the boys to come.
“I’m surprised you didn’t sneak any in.” I said. Kyle just smirked a little. She was plenty aware of her reputation.
“I’m surprised you haven’t spiked our drinks, Kenz.” Sutton said. Eloise laughed out loud. I thought I saw Casey taking notes on all of our comments. Weird.
“I would if I could. My supplier has been a biitch lately.” An employee walked into the room before anymore exchanges could happen.
“Hello Girls,” Her smile was extremely fake. I wondered how much Jade had paid for us to have this ‘fun’ spa day. Something ridiculous, surely. “I’m here to help you with whatever you’d like.”
“Do you have a cigarette?” Autumn asked. Half of the group including myself laughed.
“Orchard Valley Spa is a smoke free facility. I’m sorry, miss. I can offer you a multitude of other things ranging from massages to facials.”
“I’ll take a facial.” Sutton replied. Most of the other girls agreed, including myself. Partying could take a toll on your skin. The women had us all lie down and close our eyes. I saw this as a perfect opportunity. I sat up and tiptoed out of the room.
Outside it was a beautiful day. I took my phone out of my pocket and started a new text.
TO: Ryan
Know what’s even better than a sunny day? ;)
He replied quickly.
FROM: Ryan
Meet me at your house.
I put my phone back in my purse. The leather seats in my car were hot to the touch. I started the car and drove off without another thought of the spa.
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Such a bad story. Sorry. :/ @the-clary-project @mademoibelle @high-fashionista @thatporcelaindoll @thedaredevil @labellabeautyxo @letitbeforeverhearts
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Hey. I like people, we should talk. I also like fashion and cute boys in sweaters. K. Bye.
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