Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Amano. c:
Another family party with chandeliers that burn like miniature suns, and guests too polished to take more than a few bites of the exquisitely prepared food. The guests stand with shining glasses in one hand and narrow cigarettes in the other. They are all cold and beautiful standing in a wide and glittering ballroom. No one looks like they have a hair out of place even though the Lambo's coming of age ceremony took at least four hours and the after party has been going on for nearly two.
A girl around Kyoko's age smiles like a belladonna. Slow, dark, and beautiful, the girl smiles, and flips inky strands over a shoulder as she stands in front of Decimo and moves her hands in a way that suggests she's telling a story. Her wrists look so fragile, and the girls behind her shimmy ever so slightly to jostle their way closer to Decimo in their tall heels and tight dress that hug their slim waists and hips. Kyoko can hear the girl's laughter almost from across the room and the sound is of ringing silver bells. In room of low murmuring the girl laughs high and harmoniously.
Her steps feel heavy as she heads towards a table of refreshments to grab another drink and a piece of the cranberry tart no one has touched yet.
Kyoko looks out into the crowd and all she sees is row upon row of people like a garden sprouting from soil made from polished marble and patent leather foot wear. The modestly colored shimmering dresses and angular black suits matched with silk ties blend into a colorful garden like little flowers blooming in splashes of brightly colored petals made of clothe, skin, and hair. The lights glitter and the air it self seems to twinkle. The patterns on the walls seem to swirl into the patterns of seashells and all the girls are willowy creatures blossoming on spindly stalks. They grow tall and flesh out with inky hair falling from their shoulders and smooth accents that are sweet and venomous. And they all stand in perfect rows.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockleshells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Belladonna - deadly nightshade; Italian for "lovely lady".