Indeed she was just as happy as Marcella for their Metalheart companion, yet as before, her congratulations were reserved, only a kindred smile and a nod of approval she could give Cooper without betraying too much. She knew well it was what the scraggly young girl desired all along, and who was she to intervene into someone's destiny, let alone mock them incessantly for it like the other bitter aristocrats casting their silent jeers and scoffs, and not just to Cooper, but Marcella. And of course, her parents joined in.
Honestly.... She muttered in her mind, her head shaking in such vehement disapproval. Thank the gods she did acquire the job of a singer, yet deep down, she was sort of hoping the machine would make the grievous error of labeling her as a metalheart, just to stick it to all those haughty rich bastards pompously swanning about their lavish balconies, as if they were the gods spitting down upon the lowly mortals. It riled her enough just to think of it, clenching tight her fists into little balls. So for the remainder of the ceremony, her eyes were away from the idiocies of the rich and upon the stage, just as the next name was called.
Lorence, she always seemed the type destined for a life of authority and justice. A policewoman was rather fitting for her. Next, Matthew. If anything, the Siege family's ever watchful eyes were upon him as he approached the stage, such a confident swagger to his step, as if he knew whatever career he was dealt, he would use it to change the world, possibly for the better.
A Politician, not surprising. Daniella mused. He was groomed after all for a seat of power. She had just hoped whatever ill values were instilled, or rather beaten into his head, didn't follow him down the road to office.
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