![]() ![]() ![]() Smiling, she leans over, gently prying plucking them out of his hair. “You sure know how to greet a guy.” Jokingly, the voice remarks as the male makes his way back up with the vines, feeble flowers and stray sticks in his hair. He looks up, smirking slightly at her as relieved, she smiles softly, a glint gleaming returning to her hues. Alarmed, Aada lunges over to the railing staring stunned down at the boy below, concern clear on her frightened features fretfully staring down at the solider swiftly saving himself, catching himself using a vine. Stunned, she places her hand over the hands over hers, a bright broad beam crossing her lips, as she softly removes the hands turning towards the figure leant over the balcony, beaming brightly at him only to falter, her hues with his widening when her sharp turn takes him aback as he trips suddenly falling backwards. “Peekaboo…” Surprised, she jolts up at the familiar voice alarmed as her sight suddenly goes pitch black baffling alarming her even. Alarmed, she jolts up at the noise, was it another reporter? Alarmed, Aada peers over the terrace seeing the thick vines from below but finds no one. Shakily, she sighs leaning over the balcony, brow furrowed trying to compose herself, feeling fatigue flow through her, exhaustion etched into her facial features only then for her to falter, furrowing her brow by the shy small squeak below. She must, she had to, she needed…she needed air.Īada slowly but surely makes her way to the balcony outside, staring softly up at the glistening gleaming stars shimmering shining above as the brisk breeze of air flow through her hair tousling her blue stray strands. But she knew she had to come to such events, she needed to, for the Von Karma name, to redeem it after such a crushing fall from grace. She didn’t want to come here, she hated coming to these parties the stuffy room, the stuffy people talking behind your back, giving you compliment after compliment while insulting you behind your back. The ethereal glow glistens as the people surround Aada, animatedly gushing to her as she simply nods her head, sharing smooth slick words of her own, earning a fair few nods of approval as the people practically eat from her hand similar to pecking pigeons almost as she stands. Silently, she watches on wearing a navy-blue suit with accents of slick silver seeing some couples go on the dance floor as the chandelier hangs heavily from above. The elegant music of violins echo in the grand hall as numerous men and women with cameras practically pinned upon them from the paparazzi outside enter the grand hall, conversing amongst themselves, some spilling secrets, some simply speaking to one another as one of the many suited people, Aada silently sips her champagne. ![]()
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