Prologue - Part 6

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Sitting at one of the tables, looking at everyone else, was a group of 5 people. And they were speaking...French? She knew a little bit of French, but definitely not enough to understand a group of what was clearly native French speakers. Luckily, they all realized the rest of us were looking at them.

The one guy, a rather well dressed, and a handsome one at that, spoke up first. "Salut! I am Olivier Collet as I'm sure you know. I am the Ultimate Broadway Star! Though I shouldn't even have to introduce myself! My sparkling personality can't be forgotten!" he said while smiling brightly. He seemed like the type of guy to demand the spotlight, no wonder he's a Broadway star.

The girl sitting next to him scoffed a little and rolled her eyes at Olivier's rather enthusiastic introduction. She was a brunette with a curly bob cut, wearing a rather fancy ruffled dress. "Ah, bonjour. As I am sure you know, je suis Ava Grenier, zee Ultimate Dressmaker. My dress is practically a work of art, non?" she said with a condescending tone in her voice. Note to self: Be wary around her.

At the end of the table was a blue haired guy... with a snake wrapped around his wrist?! A few of the girls in the room screamed, but the guy simply held a finger to his lips and shushed us. "Shhhhh... you must stay quiet as to not frighten him... Valentin Aubert, I am the Ultimate Animal Tamer. Now if you'll excuse me..." he said in a heavily accented whisper as he went back to tuning everyone out and started paying close attention to the snake.

The final two at the table of French speakers was a pair of twins. Though they looked identical, they gave off way different auras. The one had curly hair and was wearing a grey shirt with white ribbons, and the other had straight hair and was wearing a white shirt with red ribbons. The curly haired girl spoke first. "Bonjour! My name is Maya Michaud, I am what you would call the 'Ultimate Baker'. If we can locate a kitchen, would any of you like to try my world famous macarons? Or maybe crème brûlée?" she said cheerfully. It was starting to get a little unsettling how people were so casual about all of this.

Maya then poked at her twin sister. "Your turn! Go ahead, it's fine." she urged. Eventually, her twin spoke. ""U-Uhm... b-bonjour... Je m'appelle... w-wait, English... I-I'm Lila Michaud, the Ultimate Chocolatier... N-Nice to meet you..." she said in an incredibly quiet voice. Her shyness came through with each word. Not that I'm much better. Her sister enthusiastically patted her head. "Good job Lili! See! That wasn't so bad!"

That group seems to have a lot in common. And they don't seem so horrible. Except for that one girl. But maybe I'll just keep my distance...

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