Derniere Danse.

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie. Margaux Lefevre. 22.

[evanderwoodsen]

“Except the heartless and the Grinch, yes,” Eric joked as he looked at Margaux. “They’re all cute, but I’m just not a huge fan of pastel,” he admitted with a frown as he scratched the back of his neck. “Still, cookies are nice, I’ll admit that.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“I can’t believe I forgot about him.” A manicured hand instantly covered her mouth in mock terror, although the expression on her face didn’t last long. “Do you mind if I drag you in with me? I haven’t had good cookies for a long bloody time and I can’t just let this opportunity slip past me.”

[firebirdtheo-blog]

Grace shifted uncomfortably in her seat for a moment, knowing full well that Margaux was searching her eyes for remnants of the party and its fall-outs. Finally, she drew out a long sigh. “So you haven’t seen the Gossip Girl blasts?”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“I haven’t.” The very mention of Gossip Girl had her struggling to open her phone fast enough, and it only took her a few seconds to search through more than a few unread messages. She wasn’t too familiar with the online blogger, although she’d heard it mentioned when she’d been in The Hamptons a few summers ago. She’d only become familiar with the online persona once she’d befriended Grace, and that name was part of why she feared the Upper East Side and all that it had to offer. “But I’d rather hear what you have to say instead of what they wrote.” She peeked at her phone before flipping it over, resting the screen on her thigh. 

[hntrdvnprts-blog]

“It’s a fine idea if you want to get stepped all over,” he replied, the edges of his lips curving up. Hunter knew well enough how rude people could be, everyone seemed to think that their lives were more important than anyone else’s, they weren’t going to stop to let them carry out their conversation in peace, they probably wouldn’t be generous enough to walk around them. From where they stood, he still half expected someone to push by them but they seemed to be far enough out of the way so he turned his focus to her, curiosity piqued as she went on. The invitation was kind but unusual; he wasn’t anyone’s first choice for company, he was always just there, not really wanted but not always unwanted. “No, I don’t have any plans,” he started, the realization hitting him the moment he began to speak. He didn’t know where things stood with Grace and his brother but still, it made more sense than someone actually asking him to tag along. A smile faded into the start of a frown. “– Are you sure you have the right Davenport?”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“I don’t have a wish a to be pushed around.” It only took her a second to turn from him, and she surveyed the crowd once more; her gaze lingered on purses she found herself coveting, and brows were furrowed once more when she saw boots that she’d seen in a window just a few days ago. “Some people here don’t even say excuse me. It’s appalling, at most.” Yearning was practically etched onto her features when she turned back to him, and it then switched into an awkward sort of smile. Yet another first her; she’d always been calm and even complacent, but never awkward. It had never really meshed well with the ‘princess that’s not really a princess but technically is’ persona she currently owns, but it also did seem the slightest bit fitting. She was sure New York Royalty also had moments where they were really unsure of what to say. “I... Well of course I do. If I wanted to invite Tyler I would have -- but I wanted to invite you, and here I am.” There. She was back to the elegant and reserved yet social Margaux most of them knew. “There isn’t a party better than a Lefevre and Buckley party too. You wouldn’t want to miss what’s waiting for us.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

Jenny ➡ Margaux

Jenny: Right. I'll totally look into that and see about availability and what not.

Margaux: Let me know how it goes!

Margaux: And I'm good friends with Preston; if you need any help with him, let me know. He does owe me a favor or two.

[natalievanderbilt-blog]

“I’m – Just – There’s someone here that –” She steeled herself, shaking her head. “It’s fine, I promise.” She raised a hand to the bartender, ordering herself a martini. “I think I just need a drink.” She laughed out, straightening her back, trying to shake off the feeling of weirdness. “Anyway. I’m Natalie. Hi.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“Someone that what?” Margaux had never really been nosy, but she’d always been inquisitive. And if anything, she wanted to know why this person seemed to set this female off. Elbows were set down before she leaned forward, peering around their surroundings. No one really seemed out of place to her, but perhaps that had to do with her only being in the city for a month at most. It would take her longer to become acquainted with the rest of the elite, and especially those she hadn’t met yet. The mention of a drink prompted her to turn back, and she allowed herself another sip of her drink. “It’s a pleasure.” The glass was set down before she extended a perfectly manicured hand in the direction of the other female. “I’m Margaux. Margaux Lefevre.”

[hntrdvnprts-blog]

Hunter had not been expecting anyone to grab him, his expression was a mixture of confusion and annoyance, fading into recognition as his footsteps were interrupted and he turned to face the woman, a string of curse words resting on his tongue, never leaving his lips. “Oh,” he said instead, “Margaux, hey.” He relaxed, moving out of the way as someone passed, pulling her to the side so they wouldn’t be trampled. “What’s up?”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

She allowed the smallest of smiles once he pulled her aside, gratitude practically written on her features. There truly were moments where she forgot that the Upper East Siders weren’t like the people she’d been more than familiar with in Monaco, and this was one of them. “I sort of forgot that speaking in the middle of a busy street isn’t really the best thing to do.” A look was thrown at their surroundings before she spoke again, attempting to lower her voice. “I know this isn’t really the best place to ask and everything, but I didn’t have your number and messaging you would’ve been impossible.” She couldn’t believe she was about to ramble. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d even done so; she’d always been articulate and poised, never slipping up or stumbling over her words. “Grace and I were going to go to The Hamptons around Friday and I thought I should invite you. It’s last minute so I understand if you’ve got plans or anything of the sort, but it would be ace if you could come.”

[natalievanderbilt-blog]

“Sorry – It’s busy in here.” The girl murmured, looking at the man at the end of the bar. He was one of her clients and she was desperately trying to avoid him. “I just – Needed – It’s complicated.” Her cheeks flushed slightly and she tried to contain herself. “I apologize, if you need me to move, I will.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“Don’t worry about it.” She leaned forward so she could take a sip of her drink before turning to focus on the blonde that looked as if she was trying to fit in, something she didn’t see often from a woman that was dressed in the most expensive of clothes. She also couldn’t help but feel a tad bit bad for the comment that she gave a seconds ago, where she seemed to practically be snapping. It wasn’t that she meant to be rude, but she’d been slightly distracted. “Are you... okay? You look out of it.”

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[margauxlefevre-blog]

CLOSED STARTER.

She’d been more than just distracted -- the phone that was gripped in one hand had almost all of her attention, and her other hand was tracing the rim of the cocktail she’d ordered just a few minutes ago. It didn’t occur to her that someone might want the seat that was right next to her; nor did she think that they’d dare to touch the black Givenchy purse that lay on the crimson cushion, which explained the confused look she had once she saw the bag being lifted from her peripheral vision. “I didn’t know someone would want to sit next to me when there were so many other stools.” An apology wasn’t offered - when she was younger, she’d been told that princesses didn’t apologize for just anything - and old habits didn’t just disappear like that. “I’ll take that, thank you.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

CLOSED STARTER

“Hunter?” The only thing that anyone on the street could’ve noticed from her was how unsure she was - blonde brows were furrowed as she practically ran towards the male that was now only a few feet away from her, her Givenchy bag hitting her chest with each step she took. She only paused once a hand had wrapped around the male’s arm, although briefly, if only to make him stop for a moment. 

[margauxlefevre-blog]

Jenny ➡ Margaux

Jenny: Good choice.

Jenny: Yeah, of course. But I don't live at home anymore, so I was just trying to save some time and energy by going through friends.

Margaux: Thanks.

Margaux: Best bet is to find a party planner. Preston Bailey is pricey but he's one of the best. He'd save you big time while you go on a hunt for a date.

[firebirdtheo-blog]

Grace smiled down at the rim of her cup. “No compliment from a boy can compare to that of a good friend. Besides, after everything that happened at my party - alarming indeed - I’m going on a boy binge. It isn’t worth the heartache.” She sighed, pressing on before Margaux could question her about the events that transpired that evening. “I’d just like to forget about it. And a better party is exactly what would do the job. On the beach or by the pool?”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“After everything that happened at your party?” She leaned forward almost instantly, stray blonde strands of her hair rushing forward as she did so. There was a part of her that said to overlook what Grace had mentioned -- she could tell that her friend was almost pressed about it, but there was also a part of her that wanted to address whatever issue there was. She wouldn’t just let the female she was closest to push aside any sort of problems when she could help her deal with whatever it was. “I... We could throw a pool party. The last beach party wasn’t properly cleaned up and looking at it the next morning was painful.”

“But enough of that. What happened at your party?”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

Jenny ➡ Margaux

Jenny: Yep, that was me.

Jenny: It's not when you have time to do it, but I'm in full on party planning mode and go to a school for fashion. That makes really narrows my options.

Margaux: I'll save you as a contact.

Margaux: Doesn't your family have a maid or assistant or something of the sort? They could help lighten up your load while you try to pick a date.

[margauxlefevre-blog]

Jenny ➡ Margaux

Jenny: It's Jenny

Jenny: And I meant to, but I guess I hit a wrong number or something.

Margaux: I think I know you.

Margaux: Didn't you speak to me about Givenchy a week ago/

Margaux: It's alright. I'm sure finding a date isn't too difficult so don't stress about it.

[firebirdtheo-blog]

Grace grinned back, fanning out the skirt of her dress before taking another sip of tea. “That sounds perfect considering the past few days I’ve had. This long weekend? Just us, the beach, quiet sidewalks, and the notorious Buckley pool house.” She buttered her scone, then passed Margaux the artisan jelly. “I hope you don’t mind that I’ve invited someone. Also, don’t look now but our waiter is staring at us, and he’s got hearts in his eyes.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“And maybe even a party we could throw.” She let out a small yawn before reaching for her own cup of tea, holding it for a few seconds before taking a sip. “Nothing too alarming happened at your party, I assume?” Margaux looked at the jelly that was handed to her, debating on if she should eat anything before taking it and setting it down on her end of the table. “I’m sure he’s looking your way.” A scone was then taken and buttered before she set her gaze back on her companion. “You’re practically glowing today and I’m sure he noticed that.”

[evanderwoodsen]

“I don’t know, Easter has never been my favorite holiday. I’m more of a Christmas lover, you know?” Eric said, sliding his sunglasses up to his head when the sun disappeared behind a set of clouds. “Regardless, this does look nice,” he admitted, looking at the display of Orwasher’s bakery.

[margauxlefevre-blog]

“I reckon everyone’s a Christmas lover,” She wasn’t paying much attention to what she said, and she leaned forward to inspect a tray of freshly iced sugar cookies before turning back to him. “But I’ve always been a fan of the pastries that are made on Easter. Especially the cute egg shaped cookies.”

[firebirdtheo-blog]

“One second,” Grace murmured, eyes darting across a page of Love in the Time of Cholera as she adjusted one ivory heel on her foot with her other hand. Finally, she glanced up and beamed a smile, attempting to blow off the curl fixed to her lipgloss. “Okay. Hi.”

[margauxlefevre-blog]

Margaux leaned back in her chair when Grace said to wait, and even reached for the iPhone she’d been on just a few seconds ago. She’d only managed to enter her password before Grace spoke, and that caused her to set her phone down, her lips curving upwards in an almost mischievous smile. Or at least, the closest Margaux could get to mischievous. “The Hamptons. We still haven’t gone off on a trip of our own.”