Benvolio and Madeline ((Suspect and Maddeh)) ((IC))
Madeline sat down at her disheveled vanity, staring at the gritty mirror that simply stared back at her, showing cracks in her visage, all of which were not truly there. There were just many occasions where she hadn't really had the time or need to clean it, there was no need, was there? It wasn't as if someone would coming into her chambers just to have a look and make judging upon her room. Her pale complexion remained the same, however, no matter the amount of grime that was smothered onto the mirror of her vanity. Her hair matched her complexion, fair, a blonde color and pin straight. She often put it up into a bun when performing errands, but tonight was special. Tonight was the occasion in which yet another celebration would be thrown at the Capulet household, and of course there would be men and a gracious amount of guests, therefore, she would need to keep her hair down and brushed to keep herself presentable. Though no one knew what the night would hold.
Quickly the blonde stood from her stool and moved to her armoire, opening it and picking a lovely black and red dress with lace for the occasion. She changed and sat back on her stool, lacing the dress back up with her delicate fingers. Once again she looked up at the tainted mirror, applying some powder to her face, and after that applying some rouge to her lips. Madeline smiled gently at her appearance before hearing the nurse calling out to Juliet and then her. A small sigh escaped her lips and she stood, placing her feet gently into some rouge, flat pumps. They matched her outfit and frankly, they were rather comfortable for the event that she would be partaking in.
Juliet's fair-haired cousin opened the door and gave a small smile to the nurse, nodding at her before turning and heading down the stairs, following after Juliet. Both were fourteen, but Juliet was the one that everyone wished to court. Madeline looked upon all the guests as they entered, and she shook hands with those that were friendly enough, before turning and heading into the hall. As Juliet danced, Madeline had a frustrated look come across her visage. It looked complicated, but it was a dance most women had to learn, or else they would "ward off" the men.
"Tut, spending such a great length of time to learn such a form of entertainment, only to make purpose of it once." The blonde scoffed, feeling agitated.
The cake is not a lie, if it is, may God strike me dead.
I'm part of the evoLution.
Everyone eventually leaves their life behind, you just have to understand why. ~ M
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