Sorry it took so long. PhoenixFeather21 has issues with self declared deadlines. She also has a huge procrastinators streak and a perfectionis attitude.
If you haven't guessed, this chapter is written by Phoenix and edited by Rain. If you like it, PLEASE CHECK OUT HER STORIES ON HER SEPARATE ACCOUNT. And Phoenix would also like to mention that she finds talking in the third person quite odd.
“Miss Blanc! Miss Blanc, over here please!”
“Smile, sweetheart!”
“Miss Blanc, what do you think of the new government policies regarding education?”
“Is it true you are attending the Benedict Fundraiser without a date this year?”
“Do you intend to work with the JTE Foundation again in the future?”
“What is your response to the accusations made against one of Blanc Industries’ employees? Are these allegations valid?”
“Miss Blanc, do you prefer Versace or Armani? Who do you plan on wearing to the Fundraiser?”
“Miss! Over here!”
“Miss!”
“Miss!”
They all swarmed like bees to honey as Rose emerged from the sedan. She smiled winsomely at the press, looking as cool and collected as ever. Inside however, exhaustion reigned. Another day, another press conference.
“Miss Blanc,” one persistent reporter called above the cacophony of voices, “after graduation, do you plan on attending college, or will you choose to go abroad on the Charity Voyage like your mother?”
Rose tilted her head slightly in consideration.
The Charity Voyage was a year-long trip made by all the Blanc women. It was a trip to all third world countries struggling with disease or hunger. Elaine, of course, had refused to make such a trip, claiming her condition was much to frail to take on such a strenuous journey.
Rose remembered seeing the pictures of her mother’s voyage in magazines after her death. It had been like Diana all over again – except in America. Helen Blanc had been a symbol of hope for the country, and her loss was… devastating. It had affected Rose’s father more deeply than anyone else. For Rose, losing her mother was something abstract, untangible. At such a young age, she missed the idea of her mother rather than the woman herself. It was different for her father. When her mother had died he had lost a piece of himself. Heartbroken, he had taken a long trip back to his old home in Paris, and when he came back, he brought Elaine Benedict with him.
The flash of cameras brought Rose out of her reverie. Blinking rapidly, she focused in on the eager faces of the reporters. She smiled disarmingly at them and then leaned in close. The press were like dogs, demanding personal attention. Rose had learned quite a bit through her life in the spotlight – if you leaned a little closer, smiled a little wider, and laughed a little more, you were practically guaranteed no trouble with the public opinion. And that’s just what Rose did.
She glowed with sincerity in the face of the flashing bulbs. “I plan to go to college first. It was my mother’s wish that I have a normal girl’s childhood and education before venturing into the world. Besides, it is better to know of the world before you join it, right?”
Is it over yet?
Apparently not.
“Miss Blanc – we do not wish to keep you from your studies,” one chuckled without humor, “but regarding the Benedict Fundraiser, it remains unclear whether or not you are to attend. Mind, er, clearing the air a bit?”
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