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Post by Javert on Aug 4, 2009 19:18:21 GMT -5
The owner of Lovejoy's Tea Room was a friend of the family's, and Cel was therefore able to procure a small room in the back for the occasion. Light spilled like green tea through the open windows to lend the rose-hued circular room a natural glow, illuminating, too, a single window of pale stained glass. The room exuded its own personal charm without the aid of furnishings, but Celeste nevertheless enhanced its appeal with a crisp white tablecloth dusted with rose petals, and elegant china vases that housed other manners of flora that blushed prettily to suit the color scheme. Celeste herself, already seated, having placed the name cards about the table's circumference (with Iris at her right and the rest in no particular order), was part of the palette herself, wearing a pale pink gown with ivory lace peeking demurely out at the sleeves and the visible hems of her petticoats. If few compliments could be bestowed truthfully beyond Miss Worthington's comely exterior, it was undeniable that she had a trained eye for beauty that never closed.
The warm scones and cool cucumber sandwiches were in place, but she did not yet pour the tea into fine china cups, for Faces were not permitted to embrace lateness but Celeste sourly predicted that at least one of the twits would be tardy, and lukewarm tea was unacceptable. She did, however, nurse a cup of her own, peering periodically over it to glance through a cap in the curtained doorway at the shop's entrance. She had written up invitations and distributed them only to the waiting hands of those invited, but Faces had no practice at keeping secrets, and secrets had no practice at staying put. There were plenty of rival cliques, envious and embittered, thought Cel with a condescending sniff, who would try to sabotage such an elegant event. Cel was one step ahead of them: she had conned a Stud into standing outside the entrance to keep out any unwanted vermin. Anyone who dared to make a scene would do so at the risk of being physically removed from the area by the Stud and then publicly humiliated within hours, courtesy of Celeste herself.
As if summoned by the magnetic pull of her eyes, the Stud appeared, visible through the glass door. He gave her a curt nod and a rakish grin. Cel disguised a snort of disdain behind her teacup before waggling her fingers at him, and then, irked, she flapped her hand at him in a wordless demand to return to his post. “Vile,” she muttered with an eyeroll at his retreating back. She had agreed to reward his compliance with whatever he wished, whether it be money or otherwise, yet promises, after all, were made to be broken.
Nevertheless reassured by his presence that the Sunday afternoon would proceed no other way than swimmingly, Celeste settled her skirts around her, folded her gloved hands, the picturesque host, and simultaneously smiled warmly and glared coldly at the doorway as nearby church bells tolled five times. The party started now, and each guest was automatically three seconds late—and counting. [/font] ♥ [/size][/color] |
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Post by The Hatterdasher on Aug 6, 2009 17:36:38 GMT -5
Oh, this was the most wonderful day of her entire LIFE!
It had started off when she had been handed an invitation of some sort. She had never been invited anywhere before, and so she was so giddy she had to sit down to keep from falling over. She had tried to keep the invitation’s envelope pristine, so she could keep it, but she ended up ripping it open with such enthusiasm that it was ruined before she could think twice about it. She had read the whole thing at least five times before letting out a joyful squeal and skipping down the hall to her Father’s classroom, her blonde hair bouncing along behind her.
“DADDY! DADDY!” She rushed into his classroom, jumping up and down so much she looked like she was on a pogo stick. She waved her invitation back and forth above her head. “LOOK WHAT I GOT!” She squealed again and held it out to him, shaking with excitement. Her bright blue eyes crinkled around the edges as she smiled widely, practically all of her pure white teeth showing.
Her Father took off his glasses and looked at her, blinking in surprise as he took the envelope from her. “My oh my, whatever could this be?” He asked, smirking as he gently took it from her. She giggled and flounced over to him, sitting in his lap as her read it out loud. “Miss Celeste Worthington cordially invites the Pretty Faces to a ‘Beginning of Term Tea’, which will be held upon the twenty-first of August at five-o-clock sharp at Lovejoy’s Tea Room. Wear proper attire (the color scheme is rose) and do not be late. Uninvited guests will not be tolerated… This is wonderful, Anya!” He hugged her and kissed her forehead. She smiled and giggled before standing up, twirling in circles.
“It’s perfect, Daddy! It’s like what princesses do! I’ll be a princess and drink tea with my pinkie out and eat yummy sandwiches all polite and pretty!” She jumped up and down, this time jumping in place, turning while she jumped so she went in circles. “And I’ll wear a pretty dress, and take a pretty parasol, and I’ll bring my teddy! I bet my teddy bear will love it!” She giggled and stopped jumping then, because she was starting to feel a little lightheaded.
“Well, that’s great, dear. What dress are you going to wear?” He asked, going to shuffle some documents. He already knew the answer, of course, but he loved to see the look on her face when she said it. “My pretty pink tea party dress, of course!” She said in a sing-song voice, before skipping out to go find it for later.
The days had passed slowly until the day of the party, and when the day came, Anya had been so excited she had bounced all the way through the school day without ever thinking of anything else but the party. Her teachers had all but given up on her that day. They all knew about the party, and if they didn’t, she never stopped telling them. She had to sit in the corner during sewing because she was so giddy her stitching wasn’t straight.
After school, she had run to her room and put on the dress right away. It was a tea dress with a white lacy top that had buttons up the back from her waist to her neck. It had short sleeves, and the bottom was pink and had a small rose made out of cloth sewed onto the ribbon, which tied around her waist. The skirt of the dress was comprised of four different pieces of pink fabric, which, combined with the puffy white netting underneath, fluffed out to look like a big, upside-down rose. Not knowing what to wear when it came to shoes, she put on her shiny black dress shoes before twirling in a circle. She brushed her hair and braided it, braiding in some pink ribbons before tying it off. She stared at her teddy bear collection before picking out a small one who’s limbs had gone all floppy. She grabbed a pink parasol with white ribbons on top for while she was outside on the way there and back.
She had apparently taken too much time getting ready though, because she had arrived just as the bells started chiming. She ran into Lovejoy’s Tea Room, out of breath as she realized she was the only one there besides one girl who had to be Celeste. She gulped and clutched her teddy bear to her, hoping that she wasn’t too late.
“I’m sorry I’m late, Miss! I didn’t mean it, but I guess I must’ve taken to long getting ready! Please don’t be mad, I’m really sorry, I am!” Anya’s eyes started to brim with tears. She had been late to her first tea party! Now she’d never be invited to another one again, and she’d be lonely and her Daddy would feel bad because she was lonely…
Oh, this was the most awful day of her enitre LIFE!
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Post by nina on Aug 16, 2009 22:18:18 GMT -5
Ooc:// um... it sucks like super bad but i needed to get it done. -javs was kinda bugging me about- and idk when the next time i will be on is. so yea!
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Looking at the small envelope just a week before the current date had come to no surprise. The perfection in it had created an easily sensed aura. No one could have done something like this, other than Celeste.
Having read it once through had been plenty for Alana to grasp the important information of the party such as dates and attire. Pushing the paper back into the small envelope Alana continues her day, invitation in hand.
Now, the week itself was a basic week: flirting, annoyance, and proving herself far more competent than the next person. The day of the party was quite the trial bearing situation... Having returned home for the weekend she pulled out the perfect dress, or at least for her figure. Now the dress was something only Alana would bother to wear, and pull off. The color had been a pink following the set scheme. The pink wasn't a pale color that could be mistaken for white but rather a pink softened slightly by washes. Large embroidery of off white beads decorated her skirt. On her back a line of buttons following the path her spine led, and with it she planned to wear a pearl necklace.
Witch help from a maid the dress was put on Alana. The many underskirts and uncomfortable corset only induced the current heat, though Alana understood taking it off would ruin the hard work she had just gone through.
After the dress came the most difficult piece, her hair. At bleach blonde color Alana's hair was quite the sight. Curling it was just a pain though. The maids pulled combs through her hair, and tugged at her scalp for what seemed like hours before finally settling to see the end result. Beautiful ringlets. Pulling back two strands of hair located in the front of her face the maids tied it in a pink string and decorated the hair-do with small, dried rose buds.
Rushing to her closest Alana grabbed a pair of shoes, a pretty off white color with black laces, and quite the heel to them. She really hadn't longed to be so short therefore the reasoning behind wearing heels. Walking down the stairs she smiled happily, this was perfect she would be gorgeous attending the tea party with the other pretty faces and hopefully awe them.
Pulling together her act as she got into the cab, a horse driving her and her father into town, this was nice. She was going to a tea party with her father escorting her. Well, it was nice until the clock tolled. "Father!" Alana exclaimed ashamed of her already counting tardiness. Her father shrugged while Alana rolled her eyes staring out the window. Now the perfection of it all was ruined all because of a bad pocket watch.
Pushing her way into the doors Alana walked into the room casually hoping Celeste wouldn't notice though it was more than obvious she would. To Alana's surprise there were only two people in the room. One seeming fairly young, well this sure came to a shock.
At least Alana wasn't the last one to show up tardy. Smiling her most apologetic smile physically possible, Alana began "I'm very sorry for my tardiness we had quite the difficulty getting out of the house." she said making eye contact until the end then looking down as if in shame of her personal selfishness.
That was something Alana knew how to do, act a part she really had no remorse to though Alana did want to be better in the eyes of her leader.
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