yearning ; lorenzo berkshire x oc

eight

"Let's make him more jealous"

♫:
overture by andrew lloyd webber
bejeweled by taylor swift
message in a bottle by taylor swift
dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift

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   Genevieve walked down the corridor that led to the great hall. Even though she had left the feast earlier she had taken a while to get ready so almost everyone was there already. She took a deep breath and then turned the corner to the stairs. A few people stood outside the doorway presumably waiting for their friends or dates. Genevieve cautiously walked down the stairs so as not to trip. Once she reached the bottom she used her fingers to perfect any imperfections she could feel and then walked into the great hall.

She wore a sparkly white off-the-shoulder dress. It sinched her waist and had a split down her left thigh. It was floor length and it fit her perfectly. She had curled her hair and put in a high half-up-half-down style. Two pieces of hair were visible from the front to frame her face. She wore white silk gloves that ended right before her elbow, she also had a matching bow that was placed on the top of her hairdo. To pair with the dress she had a silver bejeweled mask, it had clear strings that she tied below her hair to disguise them. She wore chunky white heels that had one strap tied around the top of her ankle. She had put silver glitter with smoked-out brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner.

She looked around the ballroom to see if she could spot anyone. She couldn't. She kept eyeing the door in case anyone she could recognize walked in. She took a lap around mapping out the layout. The great hall looked beautiful with classy but still scary decorations. It looked completely different than two hours ago when she was eating pudding, but so did she.

   She found the punch table and poured herself a glass. As she went to take a sip she saw Lorenzo walk into the ball. He wore all-white dress robes and a matching mask although it looked like he did his hair differently. Just as he had said, he had a girl on his side, clung to his arm. Genevieve didn't recognize her and she was glad she didn't.

She turned back to the drink table and filled her cup up more than walked off. A few minutes later she saw Fred walk in. He wore simple black and white dress robes. This time she did know who was on Fred's arm, Angelina Johnson. She knew her because she also accompanied Fred to the yule ball. Fred had noticed Genevieve and smiled. She smiled back and then looked away.

"Hey," Fred said, as Angelina and him approached Genevieve.

"Oh, hi," Genevieve said as she turned to face them.

She noticed the necklace from the shop on Angelina's neck. Her jaw clenched slightly. Part of her had hoped maybe Fred got it for her.

"You look nice, almost didn't recognize you," Fred said.

"Thank you. You both look wonderful," Genevieve said. "I'm Genevieve by the way," She said as she turned to Angelina and held her hand out,

"Yeah I think I remember you, I'm Angelina," She said.

Genevieve nodded, "I don't think we ever spoke but I know Fred definitely mentioned you a lot when you both used to go here," She said.

"Yeah, I think the same for you," Angelina said.

"Well we're gonna go look around," Fred said.

"Okay," Genevieve said. She watched as they walked off.

Genevieve looked around the room again. She still hadn't seen Priscilla or maybe she did and just didn't realize it was her. She drank from her cup again. The punch was great but she'd be lying if she said she didn't wish it was full of alcohol instead right now.