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Why Is He Glaring at Me?

I saw this photo and wanted to write a short explanation of what was happening (I found out later it’s from a book I haven’t read, so I’m just going off of the art) and it turned out super cute??

Here’s my own illustration:

How she wished she could slouch.

If she lived another life, she would walk across this dance floor with so bad a posture that they would mistake her for a crippled old man.

It would be an honest gesture, as deep pain radiated from her feet, ribs, chest, and scalp. Even the heavy jewels made her neck ache. There was no distraction grand enough that could distract her from the desperate urge to jump into the courtyard’s fountain and become weightless for a few blissful moments.

The people around her were a hail storm of sharp comments, elbow jabs, and wine spittle. The single men, drooling gorillas, all of them, breathed on her neck and pretended it was not they who grabbed the tule of her dress.

In her mind, she had the power to harness the weather, with just the twitch of her finger the ceiling exploded, with shards of beautiful glass, roaring rain, and lightning crashing down. Then, as she twisted her hand, surrounding her, a tornado formed and blew until everyone was whipped away. It continued to rage until it ripped the pins from her hair, the jewels from her neck, the shoes from her feet, and the dress from her bodice. The rain and lightning continued to rain down and down until she melted with it into nothing at all.

Later on, the frightened servants would mop the water away, not knowing it was she they were taking with it.

“What are you doing?” A pinch to her arm awoke her from her day dream. Her mother was at her side, not frowning, never frowning, but smiling as if the world was wonderful and nothing could ever go wrong. For her mother, a daughter and wife of the rich, that could have been true. The only thing that could be wrong in her life was her peculiar daughter standing silent and alone in the center of a ball room, waving her hand in a circle.

“I’m just imagining what my life would be like if I was born with a hunchback, I would be in a tall tower, looking down at this party, and rather ignorantly longing to join,” she told her mother.

Her mother’s eyes no longer twinkled, but the smile didn’t falter. Even after 17 years she had never gotten use to this strange form of conversing. Neither had her mother.

“If no one knows who you are, how are you to enter into social circles? Have a chair on the socialites committee? Invite guests to your own soirées—“

Her mother was interrupted by a young blonde haired man putting his hand on her shoulder. “Madam, would you mind if I steal your sister away for a dance?”

She rolled her eyes as her mother’s smile turned onto the boy, “Oh I do not mind at all, sir! Take her for as long as you wish!”

And as she was carted away on the arm of this young man who had yet to even ask her for her name, she couldn’t help but prefer this over her mother talking about social events she never intended to participate in.

Looking up at this young man, she noticed his sharp jaw, long eyelashes, and curly hair. He was beautiful, which meant he never had to work for someone’s affection.

“So, sir,” she began. He tilted his head and gave her a small smile. No need to try as hard when the lady is already on your arm. “What do you think is the most important room in one’s estate?”

He furrowed his brow and looked around the room. He seemed quite lost. “An interesting question, madam, but the answer would of course have to be the ball room, to be as large as possible to accommodate as many friends and strangers that would come.”

“An interesting answer, sir, I’m afraid we very much differ in that preference. I’m more concerned about the size of the library, to accommodate as many books and as few people as possible. And I have now decided to be on a mission to find the library here.”

His brow furrowed deeper and his lips twisted. “I don’t understand—“

She turned them towards a young lady, though not quite as pretty as him as that would be a difficult feat, and released his arm.

“Madam, you seem without a dance partner, I’m happy to introduce you to a wonderful one, though I don’t know either of your names.” She then joined their arms and called over her shoulder, “have a lovely life!”

She slipped between the crowd and within seconds she was out of range to hear either of their responses. She fought her way to the edge of the room, following the breeze of a door opening to the night air. She pretended that the crisp evening wind was calling to her weather harnessing powers. Like a tethered rope it took her to a balcony overlooking the city. Disappointed that this was a dead end and relieved to no longer be in that circus she heaved a loud dramatic sign and leaned against the wall.

A loud cough a few feet away from her made her jump. A young man was sitting on a bench and glaring at her. Glaring at her? She had never seen a glare at a party once in her life!

“Oh, sir, your frown is lovely, I’ve never seen anything like it at a ball this full of wine,” she leaned toward him and his eyebrows shot up as he leaned away, she smiled at him, “but tell me what did I do to cause it?”

It was then she noticed that he was holding a book.

“Oh! Of course! I’m terribly sorry, I was just on my way to find the library and get a book of my own. But on the way I might direct my mother to you so that she could chastise someone else for once for not having any fun at a party. I’ll be sure to find a different balcony for my activity.”

He was still staring dumbly at her so she turned to go.

He fought for words, “Wait, locked! The library. It’s locked. I checked…when I arrived.”

“Well, I’m devastated, my evening plans are ruined,” she squinted at the small book in his hand, “Where did you get that book then?”

He looked down like he was surprised he had a body, much less a book. “Oh I have it. I mean, I always take a book with me just in case. It’s not my favorite, but it’s small enough to hide in my jacket.”

“That’s quite smart of you, I should have a pocket sewn in my petticoat, I would be like an undercover assassin.” She startled as his countenance changed, “Oh, what are you doing? Where did your frown go? I loved that frown. Don’t smile at me!”

He started to laugh, “My lady, would you tell me your name?”

She grinned as she sat down next to him, “You may call me Wren, and yours?”

Ralph von Geilker

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As a Book Person, this caption makes me happy.

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Armie Hammer somewhere in an Italian magazine.

Città: Los Angeles. Età: 25. Pedigree: il bisnonno era il petroliere, tycoon e filantropo Armand Hammer, il padre possiede la Hammer Productions. La Svolta: con “The Social Network” per il doppio ruolo dei gemelli Winklevos. Prossimamente: con Eastwood per “J. Edgar”. Il film su J. Edgar Hoover.

City: Los Angeles. Age: 25. Family: his great-grandfather was Armand Hammer the oilman, tycoon and philanthropist. His father owns the Hammer Productions. Breakthrough: with “The Social Network” for the double role of the Winklevos twins. Coming soon: with Eastwood in “J. Edgar ”. The film about J. Edgar Hoover.