[At first, Gabrielle is a bit hesitant to make it to the party. After all, she's still bitter about what the childish Queen pulled on her, digging into the depths of her past and using someone she cares about again her (all for a little game)—but of course, she decides against refusing to go because of someone else being a nuisance.]
[Walking into the party, it feels reminiscent of something familiar—like a scene from a novel. She thinks of the scene from Tender is the Night where Rosemary goes to have dinner with the Divers and their friends; almost a surreal, unknown world, and yet... one that the narrator herself fits into. That is, until, before the whirlwind of events she finds herself in.]
[Fortunately for Gabrielle, there is no handsome psychologists or crazy housewives in store. As if she had walked out of a magazine or even right off the silver screen, her outfit (http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/34128480/id/xLrhZgqw4BGf2MDa-F9LMQ/size/x.jpg) looks at regal as she. With her hair in a low bun, she takes a moment to gather the surroundings. Twinkling lights, the warm summer air breathing against her skin, the smell of roses taking over her senses—things she had sorely missed the past few years.]
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[Walking into the party, it feels reminiscent of something familiar—like a scene from a novel. She thinks of the scene from Tender is the Night where Rosemary goes to have dinner with the Divers and their friends; almost a surreal, unknown world, and yet... one that the narrator herself fits into. That is, until, before the whirlwind of events she finds herself in.]
[Fortunately for Gabrielle, there is no handsome psychologists or crazy housewives in store. As if she had walked out of a magazine or even right off the silver screen, her outfit (http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/34128480/id/xLrhZgqw4BGf2MDa-F9LMQ/size/x.jpg) looks at regal as she. With her hair in a low bun, she takes a moment to gather the surroundings. Twinkling lights, the warm summer air breathing against her skin, the smell of roses taking over her senses—things she had sorely missed the past few years.]