The Grassroot Princess

[Lore]

Lore sat patiently through the process, though the entire time she was avidly wishing she could tilt her head back to her screens. She asked for simplicity, not wishing to stand out amongst Moscow’s most elite citizens, and certainly not wishing to outshine Jessika – who looked, frankly, beautiful. So her red-gold hair was teased into shiny waves and left loose, her makeup minimal. The dress was lovely, a pale blue with a little flower embellishment at the shoulder, the motif repeated in her mask. It flowed in understated elegance to her knees. She looked in the mirror long enough to compliment the artists before she was up and ready to check their last minute preparations, before they finally needed to be in the car.

[[continued at Masquerade]]