Untitled for now

✰ 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.
 
Aveline pt 2
 
Story:
 
I was standing in front of my gilded, floor-length mirror, making last minute adjustments. Fixing a stray hair here and there and adjusting the belt around me waist (something I know would be irritating me all night), when I was startled by three quick, incredibly obnoxious knocks on my door. I huffed and strode over to the door, my bare feet making no noise against the hardwood floors.
“Really, wasn’t that totally necessary,” I asked as I swung open the door, “what, were you raised in a barn?” My ire was cut short when I looked at the person who assaulted my door and was met with a raised eyebrow on the face of my favorite loud-mouthed Spaniard, Elodia.
“No, I wasn’t. Far from it, actually,” she replied sarcastically as I enveloped her in a hug. I ushered her into my room and closed the door.
“I feel like it’s been ages. When did you get here?”
“Just in time to get ready for the ball. My brother took longer to get here than I did. I almost had to leave him home.”
I rolled my eyes as I put on my necklace, “And if I know Lope, and I think I do, he was late because of some escapade he was having with some s.lut the night before.”
Elodia laughed from where she was leaning against the wall beside me, “Bingo.”
I smirked and slipped on my new shoes, “Ready to play nice with people we don’t know and/or like?”
She hooked her arm through mine; I gave a cursery glance in the mirror and shut the door behind us as we headed for the ballroom.
 
Xxxxxx
 
The doors opened and it looked like a scene from a movie. Beautiful people in a beautiful room wearing beautiful clothes (mostly). Elodia and I went from giggling girls to acting like the royals we were. We slipped on practiced smiles and made our way around the room, laughing politely, smiling and kissing relatives or people we knew, introducing ourselves to those we didn’t, we did what we were taught to do since we could talk; be irresistibly charming.
It was with tired feet and aching cheeks that we finally made our way to the bar. “Thank god,” I sighed and waved over the bartender, ordering a vodka tonic, “I need a drink.” I turned around to take a look at the crowd. “All right, so I-obviously-had very little to do with the guest list and therefore have no idea who half these people are. Please, enlighten me.”
Elodia opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Clarice, Merel, and two girls I didn’t know approached us. I kissed Clarice and Merel on the cheek before I turned towards the others. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elodia slip away, most likely to say hello to Marie. “And who are these to? I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”
Clarice took on the introductions, “This is Isidora,” she gestured towards the shorter of the two, “she’s a ballerina. Well, ex, I suppose.” I smiled politely but Clarice was already on to the other girl, “And this is Beatrice, Margaret’s cousin.”
I smiled, an eyebrow raised, “Really? How…interesting.”
She scoffed, “Hardly. Trust me when I say I’m not completely here by choice. The last thing I need is an extra-long celebration where the guest of honor is my cousin.”
I laughed in surprise, “Well it’s nice to meet both of you. I’m Aveline, if you didn’t already know. Marie and Louis’ sister. And you’re in luck, just in time for a little gossip session. Tell me who and what you know.”
“Well, you know almost everyone,” Clarice said, sipping from her champagne glass, “You see that girl over there, talking with Marie?” She pointed towards the other side of the bar, where Marie was talking to a dark haired girl.
“You mean the one with the ridiculous boots?”
She nodded, “Well she’s some kind of rock star and-“
“Ugh,” I scoffed, “next.”
Merel shrugged, holding a new drink in her hand, “Anyone you don’t know, I certainly don’t.”
I threw my hands up in mock frustration, “Well you ladies are certainly not helping at all-.” I was going to continue but was interrupted by the sound of someone calling my name. I turned to find my brother and his brand-new fiancée headed towards me. I stepped away from the girls and met him, letting him kiss me on both cheeks while I checked out his fiancée.
“Hello, sister. You’re looking lovely, as always.”
“You as well, Lou. Now don’t suck up so I’ll be nice to your little friend.” I turned from him and faced Margaret. I calculated that even without my heels, she’d still be a couple inches shorter than me. She looked at me, a cautious smile on her face.
I smiled politely-and maybe a tad condescendingly-at her, “I’m Aveline, Louis’ sister. It’s lovely to meet you.” I held out my hand and she took it.
“I’m Margaret. It’s very nice to meet you,” she replied sweetly, “I’ve already met Marie, and she seems lovely.”
My smile became a little strained, “Yes, everyone seems to think so. But you are just so precious. I want to put you in my pocket and carry you around.”
She laughed nervously and I felt more than saw Louis roll his eyes. He knew me being this nice was just another way of being condescending.
‘All right, Aveline. That’s enough. Margaret, why don’t you get a drink while I finish talking to my sister.” She nods and walks away, a look of confusion on her face.
“Oh, she’s so sweet,” I turned back towards my brother, trying to hold back a grin, “she’s not going to last a minute here.”
He shook his head, “You know, Aveline, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”
I laughed, walking away , “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not in the business of catching flies.”