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Post by delilah mari barnes on Apr 20, 2010 21:49:55 GMT -5
Nineteen Forty Nine was an absolutely great year for Dior or at least that was what the woman at the Couture Dior store in France told her. And thus, the vintage look Delilah Mari Barnes was going for was completed and the night of the Ball, the dress and everything with it arrived. It was a gorgeous dress; glamorous and the spitting image of the nineteen forties and fifties. Very chic and Delilah who always had a thing for flowers. The gown's bottom half looked like petals and she absolutely loved that about it. It wasn't like anyone else's considering the color choice was a bit bizarre but that was what she wanted. For three years she had expectantly worn white or cream and dresses that seemed very fitting for, well, a virgin. She was going to be a bit more daring this year and though everyone was a bit expected to wear those big and glamorous gowns, she was just hoping her's would be different enough. Her hair was partially picked up elegantly with those natural loose curls and waves of her's and her mask? Of course she still had that slightly angelic and innocent mask of her's to match the gown but there was a hint of darkness and mystery she lacked before. Navy speckles added that edge she needed and with her heels on, her look was complete.
But unlike the past two years where she showed up with Dresdan who she forced to go with her, this year she would show up alone. She had to prove she was independent and this was obviously the only way to do so. So upon entering the dinning hall and seeing everything set up a bit like a magnificent and breathtaking winter wonderland, she could feel the eyes falling on her. This was her year. She would finally not be crowned Virgin Mary and she could finally be considered 'grown up enough' to not just be another new money chick who was still virginal. No, she wasn't that girl anymore and tonight was the perfect opportunity to prove it to the entire academy. People were obviously surprised she didn't go with her obvious color choices and hey, maybe she wouldn't be crowned this year. She still had three expensive beauty queen crowns in her dorm with Virgin Mary and the year on it. She didn't need to be reminded anymore. Despite how beautiful and innocent the crowns seemed, they were a serious burden and had basically set her reputation in stone for three whole years. She was dead set ready to lose her streak.
After all, no one ever got it four years in a row. She wouldn't be the first. Walking in, she easily went over to where people were casting their votes and scribbled a name, Brigitte Austerlitz, on a piece of paper, folded it, and stuck it in the metallic box being guarded by one of the professors...The scary P.E professor. Ew...At least he wore a tuxedo for the occasion. Regardless, the only reason she picked her was because rumor had it people were pinning her for it after the Bonfire over in Greece. Plus, with Delilah sort of talking to Bellamy, she highly doubted she was going to be stuck being stuck as virgin mary this year. Seriously? Everyone knew Bellamy's reputation and even though Delilah did try to see the good in people, many of those rumors were proven to be true after simply meeting her at the Bonfire. Either way, Delilah couldn't help but admit she did like her on some weird level. She didn't know which kind but she did.
Once she was done, she was practically swept away in a whirlwind of friends and dancing, the music already blasting and everyone having fun in that crazy winter wonderland. Oh the beauty and complexity of Highschool. Delilah would be lost in all of it for the next year or so before she could finally leave and actually start her life and not have to worry if her hair looked good or had to watch who she spoke to and who she didn't because she didn't want to cause any more drama than there already was. So with that ever famous good girl gone bad smirk, she let some old money guy, year twelve and handsome of course, talk to her while over at the spiked fruit punch fountain. She'd giggle on que, smirk, smile, touch his arm, chest, or hand occasionally. Nope. She wasn't going to be Virgin Mary for the fourth year running with that rumor she lost it in New York City...Nope-she was sure of it.
-outfit. -open.
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