❝ bad start .& evangeline
Fashion club, oh the joy. Although sarcasm is embedded deep within Adeline, she really was excited about this. No wifi, no television, no mobile phones or anything that young people do for entertainment now, she was raised like how her mother was raised. Locked inside her home, aside from the constant bickering with her sisters, Adeline’s sole entertainment in the house were cosmetics and sewing.
Although, she didn’t expect that fashion club was going to be very, well, pastel. Pastel colors were nice, but Adeline thought that they didn’t really suit her. ❝ Ugh. ❞ she muttered, not really caring about the few heads that turned her way. ❝ This place smells so… weird. It’s hurting my head. ❞
As president of the fashion club, it was obviously a given that Evie took a lot of pride in everything it stood for. While she didn’t require everyone to have a burning passion for the greater intricacies of ever-changing trends, she at least expected a positive attitude during meetings — which a certain blonde clearly did not possess. Adeline, if she remembered correctly, unable to stop her eyes from narrowing in annoyance at the comment the girl hadn’t tried to conceal at all. Talk about rude.
Still, as the president, diplomacy was expected, and there was a sugar sweet smile on Evie’s face as she tapped the first year’s shoulder lightly. “Could I speak to you for a minute?” she murmured, leading Adeline out into the hallway. “You’ve been with us for a few weeks now — I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Of course, some students find that the club they pick doesn’t suit them, and they’re free to join another if they wish.”
Not that she was trying to chase her members away, but she’d rather have one less than one more with a rotten attitude. A lot of people treated fashion club like a joke, but not Evie — not ever.
Adeline stared up at the other, not really listening to anything the other was saying. ❝ Oh, hey, Miss President. ❞ she greeted, a wide smile on her face. She batted her fake lashes at the other with her legs crossed. She doesnt remember her name really, nor does she remember the names of the other people in this room. Where she was from, she didn’t really need to. She’s always been around the same people her entire life, she doesn’t really meet a lot of new people.
As she batted her eyelashes, she noticed the small crease lines in the President’s forehead. Oh, she’s annoyed. But that wasn’t the only thing that she noticed. She was pretty. Her skin was fair, she probably didn’t need product to keep it that way. Her cheeks were tinted with a hint of pink, something that Adeline tried to achieve with all of her blushes. She was really pretty. And something about her face ticked Adeline off. She stood up, trying to place a small smile on her face as she walked on closer to the president. ❝ Hey, pres. You have nice skin. What moisturiser do you use? ❞
