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Duchess, if you don't mind.
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Post by Isabelle Blackwood on May 28, 2016 16:07:48 GMT
Isabelle had just been dressed in her new gown and had done a final twirl in the mirror before smiling at her reflection. Though her hairdresser had requested pinning her hair back, Izzy had insisted she keep it down flowing around her shoulders. She preferred it to fall free.
Izzy moved down the hallways towards the ballroom with an air of grace, superiority and delight. She loved balls. The dresses, the glamour... the drink. It was all magnificent and grand and just for her. She had only recently turned sixteen and was particularly excited to meet her future husband on this occasion, or at least who her father desired to be her future husband. She had met him on occasions few and far between before, but tonight would be the most memorable for this time she was sixteen. She was practically a grown woman and she hoped he would see her as such.
Isabelle passed servants buzzing around the hallways as she walked down them, they all stopped and smiled and inclined their heads respectfully. She had to stop herself from running to the ballroom, reminding herself she needed to maintain a certain degree of decorum.
As she approached, the announcer got himself ready to call her name and state her arrival to the guests. She stood nervously waiting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Duchess Isabelle Ava Blackwood."
With that, she entered to responding calls of excitement and cheer, she smiled down from the top of the grand staircase to all her admiring guests. How wonderful.
Isabelle's eyes scanned the crowd eagerly for her potential fiance, but instead they fell upon a brunette quite familiar to her. Isabelle proceeded down the staircase in her direction.
"Jane dear," Isabelle exclaimed with tenderness. Though paused as she realised, Jane was not alone. A man stood beside her, she eyed him up and down with a raised eyebrow. "And you are?"
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Forever and always is just the beginning, for you and me.
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Post by Jane Elizabeth Carter on May 29, 2016 15:54:42 GMT
Jane had just been standing pretty much in the middle of the giant ballroom along with her family as well as Dimitri when eventually the arrival of duchess Blackwood got finally announced. After she quickly excused herself from her parents Jane immediately lifted her elegant green dress to hurry to the stairs while Dimitri accompanied her.
The moment Isabella went down the stairs like a true princess Jane stopped and watched her in amazement. How pretty the duchess were tonight! As expected everything on her was just perfect and absolutely captivating. Jane almost would have wanted to turn around and take Dimitri with her yet still the wish to introduce him to Isabella overweighted. In the end Dimitri has become very important and dear to Jane and holding Isabella dear as well she really wanted them to meet.
"Duchess, you look absolutely beautiful today." She greeted the young lady before she moved her attention to her company to intruduce him to Isabella. "This is Dimitri Sudayev, Dimitri this is the duchess Isabella Blackwood."
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on May 31, 2016 22:39:48 GMT
In the past few weeks Dimitri had spent more time with Jane and so far she seemed like a nice girl. Maybe even too nice for his taste, but he was sure she was one of those persons who need time to open up and show how they truely are. And he had a lot of time, so he surely could spend some on her. He was just smiling to one of her father's storys, when the duchess was announced. He turned towards the pompouse staircase and expected to watch her arrival from their current space, but Jane dragged him closer, almost into the front row. Uhm, yeah why not.
When the girl finally appeared he had to admit that she was the personification of what he thought a duchess would look like: perfect skin, decent make-up, a huge dress and a snobbish expression on her face. He was very sure she wasn't easy to deal with. Ohhh, and there she came directly to jane and him, perfect.
When Isabella turned to him, he ignored her uncourtly comment and gave her a charming smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Duchess. And you do look absolutely beautiful indeed.", he complimented her and adumbrated a bow with tilting his head for a short moment. Normally he would tend to give her a handkiss, but he would rather not lay his fingers on her, since he didn't know if she'd scream and throw him out or something.
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Duchess, if you don't mind.
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Post by Isabelle Blackwood on Jun 11, 2016 21:09:03 GMT
"Why, thank you darling," Isabelle responded as though going through the motions and gave her friend a warm smile, but her eyes were fixed on the ramshackle man standing beside her. Dimitri Sudayev, she repeated the name in her mind and locked it away for safekeeping, she would get someone to inform her on his background later. She would have to weigh up whether this Dimitri was a suitable match for one of her closest ladies.
Isabelle struggled to maintain her mask of indifference as he proceeded to offer her half-hearted compliments and flattery before leaning into a bow that turned out to be more of a shambles. As far as first impressions go, he was failing to hit the mark of satisfactory thus far. She did not acknowledge his words at all, for she deemed them unworthy of acknowledging. Words said without meaning were just words after all, she would know as she was well practiced in the art.
Izzy mirrored his tilting of the head and responded with a curt smile, he seemed uncertain and he definitely felt out of place in her ballroom. Though, he could also prove to be the entertainment for the evening if not the match for her Jane.
"So, Mr Sudayev," Isabelle watched him carefully, analysing his movements. "What is it you do?"
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