Violet Wertheimer-Costa lived like any other teenager in series or movies. Wild spirit, strong mind, but with a heart of gold. She always knew what she wanted and what she felt. But now, meeting him this close made her mind go blank.
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"Well, I didn...
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Did I ever tell you? Fashion used to be about creativity and imagination until money turned it into a capitalist playground.
Well, the world is like this. Competition
I've know when I lost Lydia with her betrayal, The feelings are no longer matter. And my life drive with ambitious to get over Beauforts.
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Back to 6 years ago,
Violet stood in a tulle red dress, a striking creation cut by Lydia Beaufort. She wore it while playing Juliet in their annual Shakespearean drama.
"You have to die like that too?" At the end of show, a blonde girl who had dyed her hair brunette for the play turned to face the new voice. She found herself looking at Lydia's brother. "I have to say, it was a bit impressive."
He smirked and handed her a big bouquet. They hadn't spoken much before; he was never in her sights, nor she in his. But before Violet could respond, Lydia quickly lunged at her and gave her a big hug. And Violet heard he spoke again.
"Deny thy father and refuse thy name, Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet," James muttered, quoting her lines as if they were etched in his mind. Lydia rolled her eyes and received an instant camera from her chauffeur, Percy.
"Take photos, please I want to stand with my muse!" Lydia chuckled, and Violet stood beside her. She sensed James moving to stand close to her too—she was the center of attention now.
The Polaroid camera clicked three times, capturing moments that would soon be separated, much like their lives.
Later then, they were separated by their own behaviors...
And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met
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"What about the costume rental in Haddington?" Ruby asked, pacing around the corridor. I found myself chewing on a grissini again, turning to Lin.
"In their dresses, I looked like Elsa from Frozen after a flood," Lin muttered,
"Did Chanel ever have Victorian dresses?" Lin asked, clearly searching for solutions.
"Well, I don't think it would fit," I sighed. "Chanel is great for jackets and tweed, but Victorian? Not so much."
Ruby paused, considering the options. "We need something authentic and elegant, not a parody of Victorian fashion."
