Realistic or Modern 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲.

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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i don't think she could get any cuter."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]lights nightclub.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]clara.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] constellation [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]There was something undeniably contagious about Clara's smile. Rafael couldn't explain it, but he knew he wouldn't be able to swipe the smile off of his own face now, even if he'd wanted to. They had known each other for, hell, hardly several hours and yet she made him happy. This wedding rehearsal sucked more than ass, but Clara made it better. And a fuck ton more bearable, that was for sure. Within a matter of sixty seconds or so, Raf had led the girl onto the dance floor, his body turning to face hers now as he smiled down at her charmingly. As if by second nature, she did the same, her arms moving up to twine around his neck. His own large hands settled on her waist, bringing her in an inch or two closer as they began to sway to the upbeat music vibrating around them. The young man had danced with many girls before, but there was something different about dancing with Clara herself. It wasn't sexual. Well, it was (how could it not be with how beautiful she was?), but not in a way that screamed "we're just going to fuck for the night, then it's over. No, tonight was more than that. He couldn't help wondering if she felt it, too. The idea to ask had just popped into Rafael's head when Clara blurted out a question that took him by complete surprise. Did he live in a mansion, too? Shit, what if that completely turned her off of him? Maybe she pictured rich men to be complete assholes. He wouldn't really blame her, considering it was obvious what she thought of Benjamin. But still... He really didn't want to screw up any sort of minuscule chance he had with her. Raf must have stared blankly down at the girl for too long, though, because within a matter of seconds, she was blurting out another stream of words. Had it been any other girl, he might have found the rambling a bit annoying, but with Clara, he thought it was one of the cutest things he'd ever witnessed. Did he make her nervous, for some reason? The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk as he gazed down at her, chuckling deeply. "Nah, you just made yourself even cuter," he responded, hoping she wasn't feeling too embarrassed. "But, for your information, I do live in a mansion. I swear I'm not a douchebag, though," Raffie added quickly, a charming grin replacing the smirk on his lips. "Hopefully that doesn't turn you off." The guy didn't know what he was getting at. Should he really be laying on the charm this much? He was probably suffocating poor Clara. Besides, Josie would probably kill him for flirting with her best friend. Which would probably be warranted. But hey, Clara herself had said she was dancing with a cute guy, so she obviously found him at least semi-attractive. That was definitely something he could go on and he wasn't about to waste an opportunity with a pretty girl, even if it failed in the end.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]rafael emilien armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"too drunk to care."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]here.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]lights nightclub.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]lukas.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] @neon reverie[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Gracee didn't know Lukas, not a single bit. The most she knew about him was his name and the fact that he was Josie's brother. Well, and the unmistakable hate he held for Benjamin. How could she forget that? She figured it was mostly because the man was marrying his baby sister, but who knew. Around here, secrets ran deep. The girl herself was a bitch, especially when she wanted to be, and she wouldn't deny that her main reason for dancing with Lukas was merely to have someone to dance with. Everyone else had gone off and done their own thing, leaving the two of them with no other choice than to dance together. Gracee fully expected it to be unbearable. The guy didn't even come from money; how good of a dancer could he be? Unlike her, he probably hadn't been forced to take dance lessons for ages, well into her teenage years. If he stepped on her feet... Well, the whole world better pray for poor Lukas Fischer. Now on the dance floor, Gracee didn't hesitate to let her arms slide around Lukas' neck, just like she'd been taught in all of her slow dance lessons. Hilarious how she was needing them now, in the middle of the club. But as his hands found her waist, the blonde felt herself pause in her thoughts. Maybe this wasn't as bad as she'd been expecting. His hands did feel quite nice and warm on her body... As soon as that thought hit her, she shoved it far, far away, horrified. What would her parents think if they so much as learned she'd danced with Lukas, let alone enjoyed it? Desperate to distract herself, she focused on the answer the man posed to her earlier question. Gracee nodded in agreement, her lips parting to speak again before Lukas beat her to it. Eyes widening, she stared up at him as if she'd seen a ghost. Was he... Was he flirting with her? Even drunk, she had trouble accepting it. But hell, if he wanted to play this game, then he'd better prepare for her side of things. After all, she was never one to turn down a fun game of flirting. "Better hope your sister doesn't see," she teased him, smirking now as she joined in on the playful yet flirtatious banter. The combination of being drunk and eager for a distraction had any and all reservations flying right out the window. Fuck it. She could have fun tonight, even if that fun was with Lukas of all people. But damn was he good. Before Gracee could get her feet under her, metaphorically of course, Lukas was winking at her and spinning her around, away from himself. Then he pulled her back in with ease, eliciting a laugh from the blonde as she settled in his embrace again, this time her cheek pressed close to his chest as he tilted his head down to whisper in her ear. The feel of his breath against her skin and the sound of his deep voice had her shivering in anticipation. "You know... I think Josie might manage without them," Gracee whispered back, nudging her own chin upwards so she could whisper in Lukas' ear now. "Besides, I think I'd rather dance with you." Smirking, the girl pulled her lips away from his ear and settled back into her initial position in front of him, her arms around his neck as she began to move a little more sexually against his body, having no hesitations about what she was doing. Who the fuck cared if it was dumb to flirt with Lukas? It was fun.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]gracee mae armand.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]"i hate that i love this."[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag]girls just wanna have fun.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]lights nightclub.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]charlotte.[/div] // tags [div class=toptag style="display: inline-block;"] yousmelldead sereiin [COLOR=#c0aee0]@neon reverie[/COLOR].[/div][/div][/div] [div class=post]Escape. Get out of there. Josephine wanted anything but to be there right now. Heck, she would have rather forced herself to go through the wedding rehearsal again instead of being where she was now. The crowd was closing in on her, almost making it difficult for the female to catch her breath as she struggled to push through. You’re perfect Josie, that was a lie. You always have been. Charlotte was wrong on so many levels. She was anything but perfect. For starters, she was dancing with Charlotte freaking Hearst, who supposedly hated her guts, instead of her best friend, whom she hadn’t seen in forever. Only a few drinks in and her mind was spiralling. How was she even going to handle being married into the family? Had she been blind – or something, to not realise what actual nutcases the Hearst family were? But, Benji… Flashback to when they first met, it almost reminded her of a cliché romance movie. Her umbrella had broken out in the heavy rain when Benjamin came to the rescue, sheltering her with his own umbrella and instead, taking on the rain himself. Of course, she couldn’t help but feel bad but it was almost like love at first sight. He was her own prince charming coming to rescue her. The two exchanged numbers before parting ways, making promises to meet again and they did. And here they were. No, here she was. Staring into the blue eyes of a Hearst. But, it wasn’t Benjamin. It was Charlotte. Josie couldn’t recall ever finding her way back in front of her again, her mind clouded with thoughts coming left and right. Josie’s mouth parted slightly, to speak and say something, anything. Except, before she could make a sound, Charlotte’s soft lips pressed against her own. Her body had to take a couple of seconds to register anything until she’s kissing back. Her brain, on the other hand, is screaming. Not because she didn’t want this, but because this kiss would just about ruin everything between her and Benjamin if he saw them. Not just that, but how was she supposed to marry him tomorrow with the guilt of knowing she kissed Charlotte? Her hands worked their way around her slim body, feeling each crevasse, each line along her perfect body. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. ”Charlotte,” Josie attempted to call out her name, but all that came out was a mumble. She tried again. ”Charlotte, we have to stop,” While her words were telling them to stop, her body was not. Josie wanted to stop, but only for one reason – not wanting to be caught. She really was adding more fuel to the fire now, and while she knew she could stop, she didn’t.[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sideholder][div class=name]josephine fischer.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[/div] [div class=topinfo][div class=scroll]// mood [div class=toptag]what the fuck is going on[/div] // outfit [div class=toptag] it's gucci.[/div] // location [div class=toptag]night club.[/div] // interactions [div class=toptag]josie, gracee, lukas, charlie, clara, raffie[/div] // tags [div class=toptag] constellation sereiin
@neon reverie [/div][/div][/div] [div class=post] Tonight was the last night he had being a bachelor and the last thing he wanted to continue to do is work.

Benjamin sighed as he leaned the back of his head against the cool siding of the building. He had stepped outside to take the incoming call and had been out there for well over twenty-five minutes. He needed to go in and sign some papers but that wasn't about to happen. Not right now.

"This can wait until next week.", his voice was stern but it came off in a gentle tone. Tonight was going to be a good night. Benjamin thanked his coworker once more before ending the phone call. Signing a few papers weren't his priority right now but Josephine was. She was probably waiting around for him and he didn't want to keep her waiting.

Without another thought the male pushed himself off of the wall, placing the slick Iphone back into his coat pocket before nodding towards the guard that stood at the entrance of the night club. He waited patiently for the other man to unlatch the lock and pull the long silk wrapped chain back before he slipped past him and into the club.

The music began to swirl back into his eardrums as he continued further into the club. Benjamin had to refocus his blue eyes so they were reintroduced to the bright lights flickering around the small space. Before he found the rest of his party he grabbed another glass of rum and coke from the bar, his eyes moving to the dance floor to see if he was able to make out any of the others. Benjamin tilted the cool glass against his lips as he took in a small sip of his drink, his eyes connected to Gracee's hips as they swayed against Lukas. Fucking Lukas.

Benjamin tipped the drink back, taking in the rest of the liquid before harshly slamming the glass down on the counter top to the bar. He wasn't about to make a scene. Not here, not in front of Josie and everyone. However when he got Gracee alone he was going to have to bring her little behavior up. The blonde turned on his heel, his blue eyes searching for his fiancé through the crowd. He needed a distraction and soon before he ended up knocking Lukas on his ass.

"Gotcha.", his lips pulled up slightly as he caught sight of the back of Josephine's head. He could tell she close to someone but that was to be expected especially in a place like this. "Josephine." He called out as he continued to move closer to the girl, his hand coming out to touch her shoulder before he retracted completely. "What the fuck is going on?"

First Gracee decided to become a whore with Lukas. But now Josephine was locking lips with Charlotte? What the fuck was going on.
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Chapter Two Unveiled Choices​

”So. The bride, Josephine Fischer, vanished on the day of her wedding.” Agent Scott Adams spoke, wanting to hear the facts from Clara herself. The brunette could only nod her head, ”That’s right.” She spoke, ”The moment came for her to walk down the aisle… and she was nowhere to be found.” The detective raised his eyebrow, shuffling through his papers. ”It sounds like a lot of people at the wedding probably preferred it that way.” The words he spoke stung Clara, only fueling the fire that burned inside of her. Her fists began to clutch and her jaw rooted, ”A lot of people at that wedding were assholes.” She hissed, recalling the memories of the wedding rehearsal and how terrible it had gone. ”You can’t blame them for thinking that, though.” Agent Scott spoke, leaning back into his chair. ”A bride running off on her wedding… wouldn’t be the first time that happened.” Every time he opened his mouth, the angrier Clara got. ”That’s not what happened here.” ”And how do you know that?” He questioned. Clara swallowed her anger as she let out a small sigh as if her brain needed that time to process. Her eyes remained fixed on the agent across her, ”Because I knew Josie.”

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