Day 26: Break a Leg
Rosette stood in front of the full length mirror, smoothing the midnight blue silk across her abdomen and hips. She turned to the right, checking her side profile and then did the same for the other side. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, twisted up in a knot at the base of her skull with ebony ringlets falling from it.
She carefully adjusted one that fell in her face, her kohled cerulean eyes following her movements in the mirror. She took a deep breath and began to pull on the white silk gloves that went with it. It was an important night: she had to gather as much information as she possibly could about the business partner Alistair was working with now - both of them taking aim at her.
She had a part to play, people to flirt with and palms to grease. She hated doing this and, at this point, she was grateful that Landon was away. She would be incredibly tempted to bring him with her, to fend off the appraising looks and the salacious leers. Like she was a prize to win, a ripe peach to pick from a tree to add to their fruit bowl.
The reflection in the mirror didn’t move with her when she pulled the gloves on, ruby red lips and the Other Rosette’s cerulean eyes flickered black briefly. “Break a leg, girl.” Rosette stiffened and paid the reflection little heed, walking out of her room and through the house that she owned in the Goblet. It will go away if I ignore it, she thought as her heels clicked against the wooden floor.
