As much as she enjoyed the clothes chosen for her, the dark dress that generously brought out her beautiful neck, she HATED that they made her put her hair up. Personally, she liked to let her long hair down, it brought her confidence. But they wouldn’t change their mind, insisting that she looked much better in that way. She doubted that, but agreed anyway – at least she got to paint her lips in familiar vivid red shade. Chanel wasn’t FEELING the party, but she hoped that after a few drinks she would start to relax and feel more like herself again. The was still all new to her, and she didn’t like this sense of nervous discomfort.
Her slender fingers wrapped around a glass of champagne, smiling at a person whose gaze seemed to linger on her for a little longer than just an usual glance. “Well, gorgeous, would you like to JOIN me?” the brunette hummed, raising her glass to welcome them there.
Clyffe had been filming the area, getting footage of the contestants mingling. It seemed like with each passing year the contestants were altered more to the producer’s liking; not allowing the contestant’s individuality to shine. He had been working the cameras for years, so he had seen just how controlling the show was. Despite this, Radclyffe thought that the overall storylines were pretty interesting. Plus, the producers had said that the constants all wanted something, that none of them honestly wanted love. From what he had witnessed that seemed to be true. He stopped on a woman who was wearing a beautiful shade of red lipstick. When she noticed him lingering, he cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. “Oh, no thanks. I’m on the job, and there are eyes everywhere. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stay on you too long. It’s just that shade of red is a really nice touch. Did they pick that out or did you?” he asked genuinely curious.
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