Thread: Southern Girl [ Ariamella & Reydan ]

RE Southern Girl Ariamella Reydan Lucy examined herself in the mirror of her boudoir, slipping a mother-of-pearl comb into the blonde pile of hair that was carefully styled upon her head. A few tendrils of gentle curls escaped the pins that held them in place, falling and framing her face quite nicely. Pearls were strung about her neck, and attached to them was a diamond jewel that hung just below her collarbone. The necklace had been a gift from Samuel, received shortly after he proposed to her, and it had been his way of letting her know that he loved her. He lavished her with jewelry and flowers, but in the end she hadn't shared the same emotional intimacy that she had with Virgil. She wore the matching ring as well - the ring that was used in the proposal itself - except it sat on her right hand instead of the left. The jewelry pieces were beautiful in simple, understated manner, and they matched the simplicity of the emerald green dress she wore they were perfect accent pieces to the almost daring neckline and minimal embroidery of the deep green fabric. But deep down what she really hoped for was the possibility that they would catch Virgil's eye, which might let him know that he hadn't been the only one to move on. It was a foolish and juvenile hope, one that was as far from the truth as the east was from the west, but her damaged ego and heart convinced herself otherwise. As she patted a powder pouf down the bridge of her nose, she heard Virgil's voice carry through the house, announcing the arrival of the guests. A quick swipe of kohl to rim the blue eyes seemed to finish her look, and she stepped out of the room and to the top of the staircase that led down to the foyer of the home. Sounds of childish giggles and warm greetings floated up to her ears, and Lucy suddenly felt oddly out of place in the gathering of the two families. She watched for a few moments as Camilla and a woman of auburn hair gave each other delicate hugs, and a larger man with a handlebar mustache clasped hands with Virgil. A sinking feeling sat uneasily in her stomach how would these people receive her? Would they judge her Southern background as everyone else had? It wasn't until a little girl who had jumped into the sandy-haired man's arms pointed at her that the room when quiet, and Lucy found herself smoothly gliding down the steps to meet the Bensons. You're very pretty, the child repeated once she had reached the bottom, smiling shyly as she clung to Virgil. Lucy ignored him completely, seemingly disinterested in what he might have thought at the girl's opinion, and instead she slightly ruffled the long red hair, smiling as she did so. Well aren't you cute as a button, and very beautiful yourself! Even more beautiful than me. Tell me - what kind of beautiful name does such a pretty girl have? Eliza, the girl answered, giggling at the compliments. Camilla cleared her throat and took a step forward. This is my cousin, Lucille Rayne. She is staying with Virgil and I for some time and arrived just today. This morning, in fact. Harold Benson nodded, eyes sparkling curiously as he turned to look at Lucy. A pleasure, Miss Rayne. My name is Harold and this is my wife, Sinead... A Southerner? He chuckled when the blonde visibly paled at the question, and he shook his head. No no! I mean you no harm. Virgil and I have been friends for years, and damn what anyone else says about Virginians - this one right here is a decent man! He clapped his friend on the shoulder as his wife silently reprimanded him for his language in the presence of the children and company. Virginia as well, Lucy smiled tightly at him, And please, call me Lucy.