Socialite II Finnick Odair

II

the day of my graduation ceremony started horribly. matter of factly it started worse than that. instead of waking up early, like i had planned, i slept in. i only wake up when our avox lanie decides to check on me, as in all my 13 years of school i haven't slept in once. so to say i'm stressed now is an understatement.

i shoot out of bed with the words:
"lanie, get the dress ready." cursing i hastily open my bathroom door to shower and do my makeup in the way i planned it.

i end up still being the first to sit at the breakfast table. not super surprising but still kind of tragic. i quite literally had an hour less time this morning and my brothers still aren't better than me.
"you look absolutely beautiful, my sweet child" my mother says as she starts to tear up. her hair is put up in an intricate hairstyle, only a few locks of hair left to frame her face perfectly. the whole mass of it is decorated with bluebells, the flower which also adorns our family coat of arms. they are also embroidered on my fathers suit jacket.

he sits beside my mother with his stoic expression. i give him a smile and sit down opposite of him.

my dress is black. i decided against a big dress with lots of colours, no matter how beautiful i find them. the reason for that is simple: to stand out. most girls (and boys) my age will dress like stupid peacocks, fitting because they are. well if everyone dresses one way, i will dress another. so my dress is black. the corset is partially see through, the cups obviously aren't. the skirt is hanging low on my hips, showing off my through the corset accentuated waist. the chain i'm wearing has a big bluebell on it too, entirely made of white gold and bedazzled with violet diamonds. my hair is in a bun that screams don't mess with me. i know i will have a headache from it later as it is too tight.

my makeup is similar. it's dark and meant to conceal my cheeks, which are a little to round for my liking. i look fierce.

"have you gotten any answers yet, lilibet?" my father wants to know. he is referring to the applications i sent out to the government. the best way to go into politics is to work for an agency while also studying at one of the universities.
"i did actually. i have been accepted at the commission of economy." i respond while swallowing the piece of my bread i've been chewing on.
"that's great, my sweet child! i always knew you could make it big time!"
"who can make it big time?"
"your sister little bird, you sister. you know she just told us, she got accepted to work for the commission of economy."
"really? damn lili, that's brilliant!" auggie exclaims, ignoring my fathers annoyed look, which he, of course, received for swearing.
"i know right? i am so excited to finally start working towards my goals!"

auggie, who now sits beside me, is wearing something in the color of bluebells. a suit to be exact. if he has asked for my opinion, i would have told him that it looks incredibly boring and plain, but he didn't so here we are. not like my brother is a fashionista anyways. he doesn't really have a choice, but i still question the combination of my mothers and siblings red hair and the color of bluebells. i am glad that i have my fathers dark blonde locks.

"where is asher?" my father demands to know. auggie doesn't look up from his cereal and instead just shrugs.
"where did i go wrong with that kid? henrietta please say, why can't our son ever be on time?"
"you know what he's like barnaby. don't be too hard on him." my mother tries soothing my father.
"but that's exactly my point. i told him time and time again that breakfast officially starts at seven thirty and ends on time at eight thirty, but does that boy ever listen?"
"no i don't."
"now don't be disrespectful, sit down and eat!"
"well what if i don't want to? you can't force me?"

i glance towards auggie while ash and our father keep fighting over breakfast times. he is already trying to hold in a laugh, but when he catches my gaze he can't contain it anymore and he bursts out laughing, causing me to also start laughing.
our mother just looks at us in utter disbelief