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Aren't you a little short for a princess?
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Dalia's gonna try, as long as the party doesn't run late.

u'd be welcome to come to that too, u kno
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Your friends might not be very impressed by my presence. 

Her text somehow sounds exceptionally dryly sarcastic and also self-hating. Impressive how she does that.

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ur very impressive


ill just get them drunker
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There's a long pause before the next message.

I would prefer to meet with you alone, but if your party runs long - I value spending time with you.

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That's the closest she's ever gotten to a yes!

itll def be super fun i promise!!


u kno if u decide to show no pressure ill still try to get free
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Thank you. 

 

 

I hope you have fun. 

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i will! <3
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Very long pause, then: 

<3

It's amazing how utterly awkward a simple symbol can look.

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The awkwardness totally doesn't translate. Dalia's just happy her mom's responding.

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I will see you this evening, Dalia.

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okay see u then
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And the time her party's set to start approaches.

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Party time!

She goes down to greet her guests. Things will start in the Grand Foyer, social mingling and aperitifs, then to the dining room for the formal dinner.

Then she can kick loose of all the political fuddyduddys and take all the actual fun guests to the ballroom she's had turned into a danceclub for the night.

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Leia appears in a dress-like formal coat, which wraps around her beautifully and falls in shimmering white folds to the floor. Her hair's in an extremely complicated braid, piled high on her head and secured by golden hairsticks with little gemstone flame charms, golden meshwork and filigree flames decorating the braids themselves.

She's carrying herself more regally than Dalia's ever seen - and she must be wearing heels and pretty tall ones at that, going by her current height, but she glides like she's floating. Even many of the models Dalia's invited can't move that elegantly, in or out of heels.

She's one of the first to arrive, and does very well with the social mingling. She's definitely good at political mingling, though Dalia gets the sense she's occasionally restraining herself from punching someone. (She also insults a lot of people. None of them notice while she's in front of them. Most don't realize it even after she walks off, but - it's clear many of the people hovering around those Leia dislikes noticed the barbs.) She takes up an exactly politically appropriate amount of Dalia's time, given her station relative to Dalia's other guests - though she's open about her fondness and closeness.

She ducks into the coat room as they're going to the ballroom - and emerges a minute or so later sans coat, revealing a deep, ruby red blouse and black tights. The blouse hugs her body where her coat had fallen away from her in graceful waves. It's one of the ones Dalia picked out for her - a high collar with a teardrop cutout over her sternum, a darker half-cape affixed to the collar with golden chains. The fabric shimmers in the dance hall lights. It's gathered in at her waist with a braided golden chain that echoes her hairpiece, with similar gemstone flames along it. The blouse is just about long enough to be a minidress, though the slits up the side would make wearing nothing under a bit indecent (and are tied to each other by threads that look gold but are actually a very expensive sort of elastic so they stretch as she moves). The tights are thick and stretchy enough to double as exercise pants, but, well, they're certainly not hiding Leia's figure. They're decorated with golden thread, which blends into Leia's stiletto heels - which are a shiny black with gold straps winding up her calves. She's wearing matching jewelry on the same gold, black, and ruby flames theme - small earrings, a pendant that hangs into the teardrop on her blouse, bracelets that wrap around her forearm, echoing her heels, small glimpses of golden chains on her shoulders whenever her blouse shifts just so.

(The jewelry, hairpiece, and belt are new, and she's had modifications done to the blouse - altered the fit, and many of the fasteners have changed.)

And she glides up to Dalia, a smirk on her lips.

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"Well hello there, princess. You're looking exceptionally sexy tonight."

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"Thank you."

"You're very sexy as well, Your Highness."

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"Why thank you!"

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Grin.

"And I must thank you as well for your help selecting my outfit, of course," she sats, brushing a hand over her blouse near the shoulder.

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"You've made it your own," she says approvingly.

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"I'm the sort to always put my own spin on things." Small smile. "It drives anyone setting rules for me up the wall," she says in a conspiratorial whisper.

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"You're an inveterate troublemaker."

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"I," she murmurs haughtily, "Am precocious."

(There was a tiny pause before precocious, a little hitch in her flow - almost like she changed what she was saying mid-stream.)

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"A fashion leader."

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"A princess must be a leader in all things."

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"Check one success off."

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