the rustle of a plastic bag left by the fire as she plucks a marshmallow out of it, her golden jewelry catching the firelight except instead of jabbing it onto the stick and straight into the fire, the soft candy is thrown not far across her, hitting their chest as they sit across her and zo's glossed lips turn into a proud smile once noticed she successfully gained their attention. “ are you here to actually enjoy the party or just to look good staring at the waves like some tragic poet ? ”
"i am many things, but a tragic poet certainly isn't one of them," all women are poets with their solitude, yes, that much is true, but verona is certainly far from a writer, inhabiting by contrast the role of a reluctant witness only, and therefore also a careless victim of the narrative. they'll write of her, in memoirs and diaries, the way they write about all women, but they'll never get her voice right. "that's a waste of perfectly mediocre candy," she laughs then, her eyes landing on the marshmallow right by her heel in the wet sand. "at least now i don't have to eat it."
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"i came to bother you in your solitude ." she opens her cigarette pack and offers , finding the lighter and pulls it out in two fluid motions , swallowing burnt ash into her mouth , "but i also come baring gifts ."
"then, it's no longer solitude." the presence of another negates such a state, giving way to company instead. there's more that ought to be said, but she can't bring herself to protest, allowing eden to make an indentation in the guarded space beside her. "no, thank you, i don't smoke," never did. unless, of course, one would count the wild days of high school and every cigarette smoked after a night of thoughtless drinking in different cities. "i prefer to keep my palate clean, or rather tarnished by other things."
🫧⋆｡˚ WHAT’S THE BUZZ AROUND VERONA VU IN KERDALE THESE DAYS ANYWAYS ? THEY GO BY VERA, THEY’RE THE THIRTY-SIX YEAR OLD SOCIALITE HANGING AROUND CRESTVIEW OR MAYBE THEY’RE JUST VIBING WHEREVER THE PARTY’S LOUDEST. THEIR BEACH REP SAYS THEY'RE ESCAPIST AND MATERIALISTIC, BUT I HEARD TOURISTS FIND THEM VIVACIOUS AND INDEPENDENT. IT’S FUNNY HOW THEY’RE KNOWN FOR BEING DRESSED FROM HEAD TO TOE IN PINK, A SUGAR CRAVING THAT NEVER QUITE GOES AWAY, THEIR VOICE, LIKE THAT OF PRINCESSES IN FAIRY TALES, BREATHES ROSES, ALWAYS BEING AS ELUSIVE AS THE MOON BUT WHEN I HEAR THEIR NAME ALL I CAN THINK OF IS THAT SHE CAME BACK TO KERDALE TO SALVAGE HER REPUTATION. YEAH, THEY’RE A WHOLE DAMN EXPERIENCE, YOU’LL FIGURE OUT THE REST IF YOU CAN KEEP UP.
NAME VERONA VU ANDERSON. NICKNAMES VERA, THOUGH DON'T CALL HER THIS ZODIAC GEMINI SUN. DOB JUNE 4TH, THIRTY-SIX. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. PLACE OF BIRTH MIAMI, FLORIDA. LANGUAGES ENGLISH, VIETNAMESE. OCCUPATION SOCIALITE, HEIRESS, FORMER DANCER
HEIGHT 5'1 INCHES, 155 CM. EYES DARK BROWN, ENHANCED WITH POINTED EYELINER. SCENT A MIXTURE OF BERGAMOT, VIOLET LEAVES, ROSE, JASMINE. MOST FAMOUSLY WEARS FLEURISSIMO BY CREED. INSPIRATION HOLLY GOLIGHTLY ( BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S ) VOICE CHARACTERIZED BY ITS DISTINCT BREATHY QUALITY WARDROBE 90S FASHION, THINK HILARY BANKS IN THE FRESH PRINCE OF BEL AIR, NAOMI CAMPBELL AND HALLE BERRY EARLY DAYS, FRAN FINE IN THE NANNY, AND OF COURSE A DASH OF PINK IN VERONA'S EARLY DAYS.
born but raised far from the shores of miami, verona is the first out of two vu anderson children, followed closely by her younger sister. though officially an anderson, verona has for most of her life carried only the vu last name, refusing to ride on her father's coattails of success. the vu-anderson's first mistake, however, had been the notion of spoiling her rotten and making sure that each and every whim of hers would come to fruition. anything she wanted was always hers.
from hamptons to kerdale, verona spent most her girlhood in attempts to find herself. in high school, she was the dearly beloved girl in all pink, materialistic yet incredibly endearing in spite of her flaws. prom queen, cheerleader, party girl, top student, she had done it all, yet something was always missing.
somewhere along the way, in between all the small steps and big leaps, verona ended up in a relationship that would define a good course of her early 20s. love eventually turned into pressure under the weight of her emotional vulnerability, and so, afraid of being altered by the very hand of love, verona ended the one real thing in her life and moved to new york.
she knew, of course, that no one would truly understand. yes, people would nod along and pretend to sympathize with her, but no one would truly know what it's like within her head. struggling to understand her own emotions and desires, and lacking self-awareness, she moved from city to city and pursued the career of a theatrical dancer, making even a brief appearance on broadway. no one really knew just where and what verona was doing, save for her parents and sister who kept such secrets close to their chest. along the way, verona became a myth. someone wrote that she got married, others that she had a child, then there were rumors about her living in france. all this secrecy, alive and breathing like some microorganism, pushed her to make a sudden return.
once beloved kerdale royalty makes a return! anyone who knows about verona also knows that she basically had a princess status while she was still living there, especially as a teen. think paris hilton in the 2000s, but make it dreamier and more elegant.
don't ever call her vera unless you want to get on her bad side. it's just verona, where we lay our scene.
signs all her documents with a simple W.
has an irresistible fondness for all things sweet. bribe her always with cakes.
