In the midst of the bustling room, Celena's bored, pink eyes wandered aimlessly, reflecting her dissatisfaction with the situation. The walls, adorned with intricate floral motifs, were painted in soft pastel hues that complemented the grandeur of the space. Sunlight streamed in through tall, arched windows, casting a radiant glow upon the opulent furnishings.
'This is not happening! I should be finishing the final touches of the outfit today, but No, they just have to send me to a 'tea party' today, this sucks. '
Just the mere idea of attending the tea party sickened Celena. The thought of having to engage in silent battles behind side-eyed glances while pretending to enjoy the luxurious sweets was enough to churn her stomach. It felt like a recipe for indigestion, both figuratively and literally.
In front of the ornate mirror, Celena scrutinized her wearied, sun-kissed figure. The elegant white Victorian dress she wore draped gracefully over her slender frame, its intricate lace patterns adding an air of delicacy and refinement. A cascade of pearls adorned her neck and ears, their luminous gleam providing a touch of opulence. Her gloved hands, soft and pristine, clutched the delicate hem of her skirt, their gentle grip revealing a mixture of anticipation and resignation.
Seated before the pristine vanity table, Celena immersed herself in the preparation for the impending affair. The table itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the sun. The air carried a faint, alluring scent of perfume, hinting at the luxury that permeated every corner of the room.
A team of maids gracefully fluttered around Celena's opulent chambers, their movements as delicate as a whisper gliding over the cream-colored carpet. With expertise and precision, their nimble hands tended to every detail. One maid skillfully applied makeup, accentuating Celena's natural features with a deft touch, while others meticulously brushed and styled her sun-kissed locks into an elegant arrangement.
Amidst the bustling activity, Celena's mother, a constant presence, sat regally upon the velvety bed. Her arms crossed, she observed her daughter's transformation with a gaze that reflected a mix of love, pride, and genuine concern. Her determined blue eyes held unwavering support, a testament to the deep bond they shared. Dressed in a voluminous yellow gown that occupied the majority of the bed space, she emanated an aura of maternal strength, her vibrant attire a symbol of warmth and guidance.
"Now, Celena, I am aware of your disdain for these 'tea parties,'" she exclaimed, her index and middle fingers curled in quotation marks, her eyes rolling with playful exasperation. "But please, my dear, do it for the honor of the Froister lineage. Besides, this is your retribution for your little escapade the last time. Did you truly believe you had evaded punishment?" Grace sweetly smiled, revealing her dimples.
"Yes, Mother," Celena replied, her voice tinged with resignation, sinking further into her seat.
"Ladies, do not slouch Celena!"
Once the maids deemed their task complete, a single, authoritative clap from Grace resonated through the air, prompting the flurry of maids to scatter to the periphery of the room, heads bowed in deference, like obedient subjects in the presence of their queen.
''Now aren't you just gorgeous!'' Grace gushed, her voice brimming with genuine admiration as she scanned Celena from head to toe, her dazzling blue eyes meeting her daughter's reflection in the mirror. Celena, taken aback by her mother's unwavering certainty, responded with a quizzical look, silently questioning the extent of her mother's praise. But before she could utter a word, Grace rose gracefully from her seat and practically enveloped Celena in a tight, affectionate embrace.
Suddenly, a resonant knock reverberated against the polished oak door of her chamber, its sound momentarily shattering the cocoon of warmth and affection between Celena and her mother. As their embrace gently loosened, their attention turned toward the interruption. The door creaked open, revealing Celena's mischievous brother, his pale hair tousled and his blue eyes alight with a playful spark. His gaze swept across the opulent room, taking in the lavish surroundings, before finally settling on Celena, accompanied by a knowing smirk.
"she looks like she's about to drop dead" he chuckled and entered the room.
"Thank you for stating the obvious, dear brother," Celena's lips twitched with a hint of sarcasm.
"You mustn't speak to your sister in such a manner, Kale," Grace reproached her eldest, casting him a disappointed glance. He simply smiled and shrugged, eliciting a sigh from his mother.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Celena uttered with a vexed tone, deftly extricating herself from her mother's constricting embrace. trying oh so hard not to put a middle finger on his face, her brother practically breathed the earth just to annoy her.
"Do I not deserve a modicum of gratitude for apprising you of your missed carriage?" He placed a hand upon his chest, theatrically emphasizing the gravity of his action.
Mother and daughter exchanged exasperated glances, their eyes rolling synchronously, mirroring their shared exasperation. However, their momentary frustration was abruptly interrupted by a revelation—a missed carriage. Celena's countenance momentarily brightened, her rosy orbs brimming with anticipation. A glimmer of hope flickered within her, only to be swiftly extinguished as her mother seized her wrists and propelled them into a sudden sprint. Her brother, seemingly unfazed by the commotion, sauntered nonchalantly in their wake.
As they hurried through the corridors, the world around them seemed to warp and blur, as if time itself had accelerated. The creamy latte-hued walls, adorned with artful canvases, became mere streaks of color, blending into a whirlwind of motion. Their forms appeared indistinct, leaving behind only fleeting impressions against the backdrop of their frenzied journey.
'Someone help me, I'm gonna hurl'
As they finally arrived at the grand entrance, Celena's mother pushed open the massive doors with forceful determination. Standing there, her husband, momentarily caught off guard mid-conversation with the coachman, displayed a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His gaze shifted from the disheveled state of his wife and daughter to the bemused expression on the coachman's face, as if silently questioning the reason for their rushed and breathless arrival. Fill, sensing a hint of what transpired, directed a reproachful gaze at Kale, his brow furrowing and fingers gently pinching the bridge of his nose in a gesture of mild exasperation.
"I specifically instructed you to fetch them, Kale."
"And that I did Father" Kale replied, a seemingly innocent smile adorning his face as he cleverly concealed his hands behind his back, casually tilting his head to the side, only to receive a gentle smack from his mother.
"Owwwww! That truly stings!" Kale winced, tenderly massaging his head as if seeking solace from the pain.
"Consider it a lesson learned," Grace remarked, gracefully straightening Celena's attire before tending to her own.
'He deserved that' Celena silently agreed.
Celena couldn't suppress a lighthearted giggle at the playful exchange between her mother and brother. Their banter never failed to bring a smile to her face. Meanwhile, Fill shook his head, his lips curling into an amused smile. He turned his attention towards Celena, his eyes sparkling with affection, and extended his hand in a gesture of companionship. Gratefully, she slipped her delicate gloved hand into his, their fingers intertwining with a comforting familiarity.
As they began their leisurely stroll towards the awaiting carriage, Celena took a moment to immerse herself in the enchanting surroundings. The grand estate seemed to come alive with a sense of history and prestige. Her gaze was drawn to the statues of esteemed ancestors, each sculpted with meticulous attention to detail. Poised in dignified postures, they emanated an undeniable aura of power and grace. The flawless artwork showed no signs of wear, their polished surfaces reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display.
Beyond the imposing figures, the landscape unfolded with vibrant colors. Verdant bushes and meticulously tended flowers adorned the grounds, creating a picturesque scene. Occasionally, the arrangement of foliage formed arches, creating whimsical passageways that beckoned Celena's curiosity. To her left, a stone path meandered towards an alluring dome-shaped greenhouse, a place she vowed to explore in the near future.
With each delicate step, Celena's two-inch heels emitted a soft, melodic clink against the paved ground. The sound echoed in harmony with her racing heartbeat, guiding her closer to the awaiting carriage. The coachman, a figure of utmost attentiveness and respect, stood by the open door, his posture displaying a sense of practiced elegance. As Celena and Fill approached, he lowered his head in a graceful bow, a gesture of deference to their presence.
'This is it, I'm going to war, with my parents putting me on the front lines, with nothing on but a dress and fancy accessories or I am was just very overly dramatic with being girls my age in a tea party but still, the dress I'm wearing is fucking fabulous'
shaking the thought out of her head she faced her father, who patted her head gracing her with a small smile then stepped aside for her mother to cup her cheek and tenderly kiss her forehead.
"Your gonna be fine sissy," Kale remarked, lightly crossing his arms and nodding his head as if his feeble attempt at encouragement could calm her racing heart.
Redirecting her attention away from her mother, Celena stuck her tongue out at Kale, prompting him to tilt his head and close his eyes, exhaling through his nose in response.
"Now Celena, you have to be good alright? Be on your best behavior at all times, show them how a member of the froister family acts, Do you know who hosted this tea party?" Grace instructed, her gentle gaze meeting Celena's trembling pink orbs. Celena's lips curled into a slightly crooked smile as she scratched the back of her head, chuckling awkwardly.
"uhhh..."
"This is gonna be a disaster" Kale interjected unnecessarily.
With haste, Celena stepped onto the carriage's elegant threshold, its ornate red and white exterior catching the sunlight in a dazzling display. She turned to face her family one last time, the small window framing their concerned expressions. Her mother's face appeared drained of color, a mix of horror and worry etched upon her features. Kale, her mischievous brother, silently mouthed the words 'Don't mess things up,' a playful warning in his eyes. Her father's voice boomed in her ears, reassuring her that Kale would be there to bring her back after the event's conclusion. Celena couldn't help but feel their concerns were excessive, their worry misplaced. As she settled into the plush, white cushioned seats of the carriage, she released a contented sigh, savoring the luxurious softness that cradled her delicate frame.
'Okay, wow that just took a lot of me'
Comments (0)
See all