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[patience marie smith]

A nervous sigh left the blonde, as she paced her room, listening to her cousin, who’s face was displayed on her computer screen, I sent it last week! It should have gotten to you. What are you going to do if it got lost?! That was MY dress when I was announced. Patience sighed, twirling her hair, her curls becoming more pronounced, “If it was here, I wouldn’t have called you! I need it tonight, the dance is tonight! I ---” She paused midsentence, as a knock resounded from her door. She paused before walking towards the door, and opening it, wincing when she sees a delivery man standing there with a box. After signing it, and having it handed to her, she slowly closed the door walking back, that’s it, isn’t it! I told you I sent it, I told you! Patience narrowed her eyes, before walking towards her laptop, “I need to get ready” She commented, before closing the laptop, and sighing as she cut the tape, and opening the box, pulling out the dark blue and silver accented gown. Sighing, she hung it up, before grabbing her towel and quickly taking a shower. She knew better than to try and get ready with out washing up first. Half of the stuff she did with her hair for ‘balls’ took wet hair and hours and a good four or five helpers. Today, it was just she, but she still had her own pattern about it. She stepped out of the shower, shivering as she went from the hot water, to the cooler outside air, while wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body.

She returned to her room, quickly slipping into the slip that would protect her waist and thighs from the harsher materials of the full skirt, before sliding on a pair of tights, and rubbing some glitter lotion along her arms, chest, shoulders, and face. Once done, she slid into the rather heavy dress, careful not to mess up the silver glitter. Once the dress was in place, she zipped up the back, and glanced at her reflection before smiling at what she saw. Tonight would be perfect, judging by this half of the picture. She ran a brush through her hair, using her blow dryer to dry it as she worked at it. Staring at her golden curls she sighed before rolling her eyes and just keeping it own, and beginning on her make up, blending her eye shadow, applying the mascara and eyeliner, followed by lip gloss. She slid on her necklace, and then a hoop in each ear, and a dangling earing in the other hole, before sighing and stepping back, slipping into her high heels, and tying her dark blue and slightly black mask. Still, something was missing. She slid the colored contacts in, that gave her eyes a darker blue color, with vibrant white and yellow splattered in, before her eyes widened, finally finding the last missing piece. She quickly half ran – half stumbled to her closet, steadying herself before reaching up and pulling out the large shoebox from the back of her closet. She slowly took off the cover, and stared at the bright, shimmering tiara nestled into the fabric, before picking it up delicately and walking back to the mirror. With a careful, practiced hand she slid it into place on her head, twirling some of her curls around the tiara, and holding it in place with bobby pins. Stepping back she smiled, deeming the design perfect, and slowly moved to the door of her room, and looking out into the hall. Seeing no one, she quickly moved towards her car, before starting it, and letting the engine run a bit. Switching the car into reverse, she backed out of her parking space, before switching to drive and heading to city hall.

She found a parking spot quickly, and checked her make up in the mirror, and repositioned the bodice of her dress, before stepping out of the car, and heading into the building, her attitude switching from shy Patience, to the confident Patience who knew how to behave at any type of enchanting ball. She just hoped this would be like the balls back home. She stepped inside, and tried not to gasp at the beautiful interior design, before she walked inside, glancing around to see if she could find anyone she recognized, before heading towards the table of drinks, and pouring herself a cup of punch and looking around, wondering what to do now that she was here. At the dances back home she always had a chaperone. Now, here, alone . . . she was finding herself at a loss for what to do next. At least she looked the part of a beautiful, confident debutante.

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Status Completed
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Notes Open for anyone, just feel free to approach her. And please note – no one, anywhere knows that she is of royal descent.
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