Scarlett meets Violet.
☾—:Willow sighed heavily, flinching as the maid behind her pulled at the laces of her corset and the other pulled at her hair with the comb. She sat there as still as she could though, letting them make her up and dress her up to her fathers approval. Violet eyes slid shut, feeling the cold black liquid of the eyeliner being brushed across her skin, eyelashes being coated as well. Those eyes opened once more, she frowned, seeing that hideous pale pink liquid adorn her lips. She looked so fake in her own opinion. She then stood up and went behind the changing post, putting on fall colored the dress that her father had picked out. Once dressed, she walked to her door, seeing her brother standing there in a suit and looking an-amused as always. "Gregory," She smiled, looping her arm with his. "So, this ball of fathers, I heard he invited a lot of family members from your enemy dorms, that means they'll no doubt drag their kids here, too. You excited?" She asked rhetorically with a smirk.
Once down stairs, she watched her father pull her brother away from her and towards a small crowd of people. "You remember my son, Gregory? He's the perfect of his dorm, you know!"
Sigh
Willow then walked across the ballroom, avoiding people as best she could. Suddenly, she felt herself collide with another body, breath leaving her lungs in a gasp and eyes widening as soon as she realized it. "Oh, I am so, so sorry! I should have watched my step, oh, are you alright?" She asked, looking up to the blonde man who looked around her brothers age. She recognized him, he was the man she'd spotted across the room on a few of her visits to Weston. They never actually met until now though. Well, some introduction, huh?