This time I actually do feel bad for being so late. But you know how it is with us authors and deadlines…
I'll try to update every Wednesday. Honest, I will. Maybe.
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Marigold-Don't we all, Marigold, don't we all? And don't worry, you'll get a girlfriend, rainbow mansion or no. And when you do, she will be worth the wait!
Biana POV
Biana was shocked. So shocked that she didn't let go of Sophie's hand. Fortunately, Sophie didn't notice. Or mind…
There were so many rainbows. And sparkles. And glitter. The Mansion was a pale blue with white accents but was decorated with so many flags that the blue and white was barely visible. The streets that led to the mansion were abuzz with love and laughter. It was the most beautiful place Biana had ever seen.
A girl in rainbow clothes came up to them, and put her arm around Sophie. Biana instantly burned with jealousy.
"Welcome to the Pride House!" She cried, before leading Sophie off. Sophie, looking back over her shoulder at Biana, shrugged and went with her.
Biana was left in fury. The girl was very pretty, and her hair may have shone even brighter than Biana's. Her eyes were bright silver like the moon, and her hair was liquid silver. Biana fought back envy and resentment. That girl had managed to do what Biana had always dreamed of doing. In less than a second.
Biana wandered around the few cobbled streets when a makeup shop caught her eye. She had a special radar for things like these. Biana made her way into it, when two women dressed in vibrant multi-coloured clothes grabbed her arms and whisked her into a soft leather seat. All around her was an explosion of colour. The room was quite cramped, but Biana didn't mind.
"You must be one of the new arrivals! We were told about you!" said one of them
"So, my dear, what colour is your flag?"
Biana wracked her brains as she tried to remember the pansexual flag "Errr, blue, pink….and yellow?" It came out more as a question. But clearly it was the right answer because they squealed and rushed into another room. She came out with all sorts of blue, pink and yellow makeup equipment.
I don't wear makeup. I have no idea what actually happens.
Biana relaxed as she was attacked by an array of brushes and powder.
Half an hour later, Biana looked gorgeous. Or, more gorgeous than she already was, if that was possible. Her soft brown hair looked even softer and had streaks of yellow in it. Her eyeliner was pink, and a gentle pink blush had been carefully applied to her cheeks. Her lipstick was rose and she had a pan flag painted on one cheeks. She looked exotic, and completely the opposite of elvin tradition. Biana loved it. But she didn't get much time to admire herself in the mirror, because the two women had shoved a dress and shoes into her arms and had locked her into a changing room. Biana unfolded the dress and gasped it was a beautiful teal dress with pink hearts on the waist, and rosy trim. The shoes were a citrine version of the ruby slippers- Biana had watched the movie with Sophie.
Biana emerged from the changing rooms looking like the queen she was. The two ladies smiled and one of them said "One of our best works yet, isn't it, darling?"
"For sure, my love" replied the other woman.
And with that, Biana was on the streets, showing off her new look. At first, no one noticed her. But, gradually heads turned. People looked. Not just at her beauty, but at the way she held herself. The way she looked around at everything and everyone. Pretty soon, Biana had her own clique of friends. And they liked her for her, not for her brother, or the Vacker legacy. And with that confidence, Biana set off with her new friends to find Sophie, and take her back from the beauty that had stolen her away.
Sophie was having a very different time…
Oh, to be an extrovert, and make friends in an instant. Oh, well, at least I have the audience.
Audience- WE'RE NOT YOUR FRIEND!
Ouch. That hurts. Oh, well. I guess I am lonely forever...unless you follow and review! And then I can be happy!
Audience-Don't do it! She deserves to be miserable
I know you deserve that, but what do I deserve? *smirks*
Audience-Isn't it obvious? Death!
Mean.