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Schuyler woke up that morning, and got ready for Aggie's funeral. She would wear her black dress and cardigan with tights.
Cordelia coughed.
She turned around.
"Yes, grandmother?" she wondered.
"You're wearing black, I assume?" Cordelia thought.
"Umm, yeah is there something wrong with it?" she asked.
"Daughters of the White and Light wear white, and after all, it is the true colour of death." Cordelia remarked.
"But won't everyone be wearing black?" she thought.
"Wearing white, shows our true colour." Cordelia said.
"But I don't have any wh-" she began to say.
Cordelia nodded her head in disapointment. She went back to her room and back to Schuyler.
"Take this, and wear it. Wear your pearls as well." Cordelia ordered, leaving.
She put on the thick strapped white silk dress. It went just below the knees. She put on the pearls, just like her grandmother told her. Her hair was down and brushed quickly.
"All set." she said, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Shall we go?" Cordelia asked.
Schuyler nodded, putting on her black coat since it was the only exception that her grandmother allowed, but would be taken of when they arrived at the service.
Everybody was already there, they happened to be late. They all looked at them.
"Why do they get to wear white? If I had known, I could of worn my dress." Mimi Force hissed, quietly.
"Azrael, do not forget. Darkness is your true colour." her father muttered.
Her twin embarrassed, nudged her for silence.
"We are sorry for the delay." Cordelia explained, to Mrs. Carondolet. She nodded and excused them. They took a seat, and the ceremony had begun.
"Aggie Carondolet, our daughter.." Mrs. Carondolet began.
Jack too was surprised with Schuyler's entrance. He hated it when Charles had said "Darkness is your true colour"
He hated his title. Abbadon. Angel of Destruction and Twin of the Apocalypse. Ex, highest rank to their former king Lucifer. Even if you had crossed sides to the lightness, never meant that you were lightness. He sighed, he always had been drawn to the light. But that would never change. He would always be, the Angel of Destruction.
"Father?" Jack asked.
"Yes?" Charles answered.
"Are you not Michael, Pure of Heart?" he wondered.
"Of course, why would you question that?" his father said.
"Then, darkness musn't be your true colour." Jack remarked.
"After the bond was broken with Gabriel, I tried to stay different to her as much as possible. But yes, darkness is not my true colour it is White. However, as you and Mimi are my children in this cycle, it would be odd. Would it not?" he explained.
Jack nodded, understanding.
"Now, if you do not mind, I must have a talk to Cordelia." he informed, moving his direction towards a fairly old woman, and Schuyler.
'Cordelia' must have been Schuyler's grandmother.
He saw Schuyler excuse himself, and go to her friend Oliver. Schuyler and him started to murmur and chat. She met his gaze and gave him a small smile. He smiled back at her, making his way to her. But somebody had tapped him on the shoulder.
"Jack. Where are you going?" Mimi asked curiously, after witnessing Schuyler and his interaction.
"Nowhere. Just getting a drink." he lied.
"Oh really? Didn't seem like tell me, what's with you and stupid half-blood over there?" she asked, with a jealous edge in her voice.
"Half-blood?" he asked. Oh wait, he had forgotten she was half human.
"Oh.. nothing, we have a few same classes and a project." he lied again.
She frowned.
"Whatever." she said, accepting his lie, leaving with a glass of champagne.
He turned his direction to the drinks.
Somebody tapped him on the shoulder. Again.
"Mimi? What is it this time?" Jack hissed.
"Oh, then I guess I should just go." she spoke, a voice unlike his sister's.
Jack turned around to face Schuyler Van Alen.
"Sorry. Thought you were Mimi." he explained.
"I know." she smiled and shrugged.
"Wow, White. It suit's you." he complimented.
She smirked.
"My grandmother's idea." she told, rolling her eyes.
"White and Black gala's coming up. You going?" he asked.
"Yeah.." she answered, wondering where this was leading to.
"Who are you going with?" he thought.
"A friend. Oliver. You?" she informed.
Before he could answer, he was interrupted.
"Oh my, what's your name?" a woman asked, who was wearing black.
"Schuyler Van Alen?" Schuyler answered.
"Great. You are so model type. I'm putting you on the list." she smiled, taking a snapshot. Before she could protest she said,
"Oh and you. Jack Force right? Mimi's Force's brother. Your signed up too." she informed and leaving while looking for other people to annoy.
"Great, I'm a model." Schuyler muttered.
He shrugged, he had done modelling once. It didn't seem hard.
"Well, I'm going to go. I'll see you around." she smiled, walking back to her friend, Oliver. She went back to his side and saw him put an arm around Schuyler. She laughed and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. He blushed, and then smiled. When watching this, Jack couldn't help but feel jealous.
Bliss was sitting at the table bored. A random woman had just signed her up for modelling. She was happy that she had been chosen, and wondered if Mimi had gotten in, which she probably did. Her parents had gone off, talking to the Carondolets leaving her with her sister Jordan.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Jordan informed, moving.
She nodded, and turned around. She saw Dylan come up to Schuyler and Oliver talking. Well, there was nothing to do, but sit here at the table. So she stood up and walked towards them.
"Uhm, hey." Bliss greeted, and smiled shyly.
"Hey.." Schuyler and Oliver said, surprised.
"I'm sorry to disturb you guys, I was just so bored. Nothing to do you know, and I hate sitting all by myself, so I decided to intrude. Didn't mean to." she explained.
"That's okay. We were bored too." Schuyler said, smiling.
"Thanks." she said, smiling back.
"So.." Oliver said, breaking the awkward silence.
"Guess who's my date to the gala?" Schuyler asked, even though she knew it was easy to guess.
"Oliver?" Dylan guessed.
"How'd you know?" Oliver asked, sarcastically. Whenever big events came, Oliver was Schuyler's first choice. He was somebody to keep her company, plus he could protect her from being a loner.
"Guess who's date I am." Dylan smirked.
"You're going?" Bliss asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Yes, and you're not going to believe who's my date!" Dylan told.
"Who is it?" Schuyler wondered, with curiousity.
"She has red curls and green eyes." he hinted, giving away the answer.
"Mimi doesn't have red hair.. She's your date?" Schuyler thought.
Bliss coughed.
"Oh!" Schuyler realised.
Bliss and Dylan laughed.
"It's true." Bliss said.
"Wow, I would of never guessed." Oliver said.
"Bliss?" a voice spoke.
"Yeah?" she answered turning around.
"What are you doing?" Mimi asked, grinding her teeth.
"I'm talking.." she replied, while looking sheepish infront of Dylan, Schuyler and Oliver.
They moved to a different place, so they wouldn't get caught up in Mimi's mess.
"Tip one, don't hang with loosers." Mimi scowled.
Bliss nodded, while rolling her eyes and went back to sitting on the table.
What is with the world today! It's like the whole world is revolving around the Van Alen girl. First Jack then her best friend. Whatever, she thought. It's just because she was wearing that white dress. She took another glass of champagne, taking a sip. Alcohol had no effect on blue bloods, which was bad because if she were a red blood, she could get hangover and forget about problems if she had any, but on the other hand it was simply appaztizing on a blue blood tongue and very enjoyable.
"Why hello." a charming guy said.
"Hello." she smiled. He was so damn handsome. Not like her brother, but he was still hot. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"I'm Kingsley Martin." he introduced, giving her a bad boy smile.
"Hello, King-sley Mart-in." she slowed out the words. Even his name was sexy.
Calling him sexy would be an understatement, not after knowing him.