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The same old crowd had gathered themselves within the mirror room. Lavishly dressed ladies in big ball gowns, a heavy blush on their pale skins, and high powdered wigs signifying their status. Clementine was no exception to this, laced up with ribbons and frills all over her dress, showing off the fine details that had to go into the making of it.
"Mademoiselle Créquy has once again chosen hideously," one of them giggled, hiding her face behind a lacy fan. Pouting a smile the female just craned her neck a little, checking out the subject of the ridicule. "At least she is consistent with her tastes," Clementine replied, brown eyes turning towards her conversation partner pointedly. "Some are just all over the place," she continued in one breath. The other either chose to ignore the comment, or simply didn't realise that it was aimed at her, waving her fan a little faster as she put her hand on Clementine's arm.
"Look, Clementine," the female used her name so casually, but the noble said nothing of it. It wouldn't be for long. Snapping her fan close the lady pointed at one of the gentlemen coming into the mirror room. A lacquey clicking their heels together with one turn to introduce the nobleman. "Count Pierre Polignac!" his name was announced to which her companion let go of a dreamy sigh. Clementine let go of a small smile as she watched her reaction, eyes taking in the new figure that walked in.
A handsome man for sure, Clementine could see why her companion was so interested in him. Unfortunately she would make sure that Pierre Polignac would never be interested in her friend. The lady was certain that after tonight dear mademoiselle Wimpffen would never dare to show her face in public again. Not unless the queen forced her to, which was still every night if she wanted to stay in the good graces of the highness.
Clementine d'Uzès had by no means a forgiving personality. Just the fact that the foreign Wimpffen was deserving of the humiliation set up tonight was enough of proof for her petty personality. The reason for it? Clementine couldn't recall, but she remembered being slighted by this lady from the borders of France. Enough so to order for a social execution.
"My dear, should I call for someone to introduce you?" Clementine rose her brow, her voice sarcastic and none of her words meant. She knew it would excite the poor target of the night with the thought that she could meet the nobleman. Seeing how her whole being brightened up at the mere suggestion. It was almost too easy to lead the lady into the trap.
Taking her arm Clementine lead the lady across the room, her fan in her other hand as she opened and closed it, her eyes deftly gliding over the crowd to meet that of a certain someone. The prey had moved, the predator could sneak up.
"Mademoiselle Créquy has once again chosen hideously," one of them giggled, hiding her face behind a lacy fan. Pouting a smile the female just craned her neck a little, checking out the subject of the ridicule. "At least she is consistent with her tastes," Clementine replied, brown eyes turning towards her conversation partner pointedly. "Some are just all over the place," she continued in one breath. The other either chose to ignore the comment, or simply didn't realise that it was aimed at her, waving her fan a little faster as she put her hand on Clementine's arm.
"Look, Clementine," the female used her name so casually, but the noble said nothing of it. It wouldn't be for long. Snapping her fan close the lady pointed at one of the gentlemen coming into the mirror room. A lacquey clicking their heels together with one turn to introduce the nobleman. "Count Pierre Polignac!" his name was announced to which her companion let go of a dreamy sigh. Clementine let go of a small smile as she watched her reaction, eyes taking in the new figure that walked in.
A handsome man for sure, Clementine could see why her companion was so interested in him. Unfortunately she would make sure that Pierre Polignac would never be interested in her friend. The lady was certain that after tonight dear mademoiselle Wimpffen would never dare to show her face in public again. Not unless the queen forced her to, which was still every night if she wanted to stay in the good graces of the highness.
Clementine d'Uzès had by no means a forgiving personality. Just the fact that the foreign Wimpffen was deserving of the humiliation set up tonight was enough of proof for her petty personality. The reason for it? Clementine couldn't recall, but she remembered being slighted by this lady from the borders of France. Enough so to order for a social execution.
"My dear, should I call for someone to introduce you?" Clementine rose her brow, her voice sarcastic and none of her words meant. She knew it would excite the poor target of the night with the thought that she could meet the nobleman. Seeing how her whole being brightened up at the mere suggestion. It was almost too easy to lead the lady into the trap.
Taking her arm Clementine lead the lady across the room, her fan in her other hand as she opened and closed it, her eyes deftly gliding over the crowd to meet that of a certain someone. The prey had moved, the predator could sneak up.
@Peregrine