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SilverTiger · 01-02-2016, 09:46 AM

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Ever since she'd been cast in MASC's production of Les Mis, Cordelia had been basking in the glow of the spotlight that had been shining on her and enjoying every minute of it. This is what she'd always wanted and the brunette was committed to keeping the momentum going with her career which meant networking and publicity. With this in mind, she'd gladly accepted an invitation to a charity event taking place over the weekend, one that required she was looking her best. No better place to help with that than Primpernelle's, yes? They were so very welcome for her business.

Taking a seat in one of the parlour chairs and picking up a magazine, the actress flipped through thoughtfully. Maybe some highlights around her face? Maybe.

Things were so much easier now that she’d reconnected with Vladimir. It wasn’t like things had changed, but she had one more person who could watch Stasya if she had things to do. Today, Bryn had things to do. Namely, the charity event that was happening later that night. She still felt awkward in social situations simply because of feeling alone for so long, but she had to represent the Talons. Press would be there, and no matter how busy she’d been between her daughter and practice, she was expected to make an appearance. All that meant was finding something to wear, and possibly a bit of a makeover.

Her only request was that it was something she didn’t have to do too much to maintain. Whenever anyone came to take her request, but even then she knew she wasn’t going to have a clear idea of what she wanted. Help was definitely needed, and she found herself approaching a dark-haired woman once she’d arrived at Primpernelle’s. Taking a seat next to her, she glanced over once again. The woman seemed vaguely familiar, yet not through Gobstones. “Excuse me?,” she said, hoping the interruption wouldn’t be taken badly.

01-02-2016, 09:46 AM	#13 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow Ever since she'd been cast in MASC's production of Les Mis, Cordelia had been basking in the glow of the spotlight that had been shining on her and enjoying every minute of it. This is what she'd always wanted and the brunette was committed to keeping the momentum going with her career which meant networking and publicity. With this in mind, she'd gladly accepted an invitation to a charity event taking place over the weekend, one that required she was looking her best. No better place to help with that than Primpernelle's, yes? They were so very welcome for her business. Taking a seat in one of the parlour chairs and picking up a magazine, the actress flipped through thoughtfully. Maybe some highlights around her face? Maybe. Things were so much easier now that she’d reconnected with Vladimir. It wasn’t like things had changed, but she had one more person who could watch Stasya if she had things to do. Today, Bryn had things to do. Namely, the charity event that was happening later that night. She still felt awkward in social situations simply because of feeling alone for so long, but she had to represent the Talons. Press would be there, and no matter how busy she’d been between her daughter and practice, she was expected to make an appearance. All that meant was finding something to wear, and possibly a bit of a makeover. Her only request was that it was something she didn’t have to do too much to maintain. Whenever anyone came to take her request, but even then she knew she wasn’t going to have a clear idea of what she wanted. Help was definitely needed, and she found herself approaching a dark-haired woman once she’d arrived at Primpernelle’s. Taking a seat next to her, she glanced over once again. The woman seemed vaguely familiar, yet not through Gobstones. “Excuse me?,” she said, hoping the interruption wouldn’t be taken badly. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥