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[color=slateblue][center][b]ARIELLA[/b][/center][/color]
[color=slateblue]Time:[/color] 11am 
[color=F0E399]Location:[/color] Gallery Opening
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[color=slateblue]Appearance[/color]: Light blue gown with Silver accents 

As was her habit, Ariella arrived fashionably late, her carriage careening to a halt with a hurried jolt. She peered out the window, taking in the sparse cluster of guests still lingering outside, their laughter and conversation softened by the crisp evening air. Letting out a long, measured sigh, her eyes drifted to the grand entrance of the gallery. The memory of the woman’s horrified expression, when she saw muddy footprints staining her pristine marble floors, made Ariella stifle a quiet laugh. The thought felt like an inside joke shared with herself.

Tonight, she had made an effort to present herself more polished than usual. Her fiery red hair, typically unruly, had been tamed into soft, loose curls, swept back and tied neatly into a delicate bow. The light blue and silver tones of her gown shimmered in the sunlight, the fabric cascading from her waist like flowing water, elegant and unassuming.
Gathering the hem of her gown with practiced ease, she descended from the carriage, the faint click of her heels muffled by the plush carpet leading up the stone steps. For a moment, she hesitated. Why was she even here? But before she could entertain the thought further, an attendant stepped forward.

[color=slateblue]“Lady Edwards,”[/color] he greeted with a slight bow, extending a ticket toward her.

Ariella returned his gesture with a faint smile, accepting the small paper and clutching it in her gloved fingers. As she passed through the grand doors into the glittering interior, the hum of music and murmured conversations enveloped her. Her gaze was drawn to a familiar pair almost immediately.

[color=slateblue]“Lady Damien, Lord Roman,”[/color] she greeted, her tone polite but fleeting. Her attention faltered as her eyes caught on Lady Damien’s gown. Ariella’s lips twitched into a polite smile. [color=slateblue]“Nice to see you,”[/color] she added, her words slightly awkward before she stepped past them, slipping into the crowd with practiced grace.

Her sharp eyes roamed the room, cataloging the familiar faces among the sea of glittering jewels and vibrant fabrics. Lords and ladies mingled beneath gilded chandeliers, their laughter ringing out like distant bells.

She slid around the room moving around people before reaching a quiet spot in front of one of the paintings. Stopping she looked around.
 
[i]Ariella…[/i] 

She looked over her shoulder but no one was there. Nervously she clasped her hands in front of her attempting to distract herself with the painting. 

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