Prepossessing

2| Fabric VS Fabricated

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The soft creamy color of the rough fabric invades all of my senses and obscures me from the chaos around.

"You almost finished there?"

I look up. A boy with glasses stands a few feet away from the table I currently occupy. I stare at him intently and he looks down at his clipboard. The social awkwardness radiates from his slim body. I sigh, lifting the soft fabric off the table. His eyes follow the movement and the corners of his mouth lift.

"Hey, that's actually pretty good," he comments, coming closer to inspect my work. "The guest are going to love these table cloths too much that we may have to keep watch of them."

I laugh. "Thank you, I'm going to head out once I lay these out."

He nods, tracing the soft lines of the designs, each one embedded with the four symbols of the powerful forms. "Good work," he states. He checks a box off his long list and strides away to bother other students working on decorations.

The cloth slides through my fingers as I lay it out. An abundance of conversations fills the room but it all blurs in my mind till the sound of music bursts through the room. I look up onto the stage to see the three irritating divas moving to the beat of the drums. I have to give it to them, they are good.

I place my hands on my hips as I finish. As required, all students who are to receive powers on Beauranett Day are to have contributed somehow to the whole aspect of the celebration. My comfort place is among the crowd doing backstage work rather than be the entertainment, Therefore, naturally, I decided to add spice to the dull decorations presented at most events.

I gently place the supplies back into the dark supply closet and make my way out the door. Very unfortunate to not find my marvelous ride from before awaiting my presence, I stroll towards home in the gloomy afternoon sky.

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A knock resides at my door, waking me from my nap. I lift myself off the small bed and head to the closed door. I crack it open. Yesenia stands before me in her work clothes, her arms crossed in front of her. She loosens her bun and stares at me with her beautiful blue eyes that reflect a feeling of exhaustion.

She yawns, "You have a guest. I think she said she was the stylist."

I look past her into the hall. I can't see anyone but I can hear the voice of a sophisticated female.

"Oh, and dinners almost ready," she states, walking back into the kitchen.

I open my door all the way and follow the voices to the modest living room. Jake's bulky figure stands in front of a young woman. Her impeccable blond wig bounces as she turns to me. She grins and swiftly comes towards me, beckoning me to hold her delicate hand.

"Now," she states, removing her hand from mine instantaneously. "The names Tracy and I simply came to make sure the dress fit and to make any last-minute touches if need be." Her gracefulness almost obscures her fabricated personality towards her non-interest in being with commoners. It is her job, after all, to travel once a year to assist in the grand event occurring in many places around the world, Beauranett Day.

She glides over to a bag sitting on the coffee table and gently places it on her arm. "Come child."

She walks past me and slips into my room. I roll my eyes and Jake raises his eyebrow, a warning to be nice. A lesson I always grew up with, to never feel superior in the presence of a Royal for they held higher status.

I sigh, strolling back into my room with my hands in my pocket. The woman's smile has disappeared as she stands in the room waiting for me. She gets to work unzipping the dress and putting it on me, being gentle to not tear the borrowed dress. She doesn't speak nor does she glance my way, the dress becomes her immediate focus. I almost let out a laugh just thinking about the saying, in the presence of a crowd they shine but in the presence of one lesser, who cares.

"Okay, everything looks fine," she states monotonously.

I look down at the long white gown, colorless yet beautiful. Even though it holds simplicity, the ability to wear a gown itself is a once in a lifetime perk for they are costly.

She comes around and unzips the dress, hanging it back on the hanger as I get dressed again.

She sighs, "Okay well I am going to take this and see you tomorrow. Be prompt."

I nod and she slips out the door, heels clicking as she goes.

"Did everything go well?," my sister states, leaning on the door.

I nod and she smiles a tight smile, "Well, I just wanted to let you know the tables set."

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Hey lovelies, this is the first real update in long while, you guys are my motivation. I know it's a short chapter, but it's a fill in one to give you a bit of a background before the big day. Next chapter coming soon! ♥️