Thread: The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

One would think that high society would eventually tire of the countless fundraisers, parties, and functions that seemed to occur every week, but they never did. The same faces always attended these events blue-blooded families with money earned in another century. Alexandra Huntington was quickly losing patience with the same routine every week, but as the daughter of a prominent politician there was no way her parents would let her skip out on any social function that could further their reputation. And so she found herself with a fake smile plastered across her delicate features, pretending to enjoy herself and the conversations she was having with the guests. Generally she would show up to an event, stay for an adequate amount of time and then quietly leave. Unfortunately that was not an option this time for Alexandra, as that evenings event was being held at their family manor. Like a good hostess she flitted from group to group, never staying too long with any cluster and merely ensuring that they were having a good time and were considering donating to her fathers latest campaign. She constantly fielded compliments on her dress and her complexion, the fake smile that she consistently held in place beginning to make her cheeks ache. Alexandra knew she was beautiful had known it her entire life. But it was one thing to accept simpering and hollow comments and quite another to accept genuine sentiment. And that was one thing that consistently lacked in social functions such as these. Amongst such glittering party guests, the hostess seemed to appear rather understated in choice of dress . She wore a simple, black, floor length dress with a sweetheart bodice that made her porcelain skin glow against the rich fabric while the bottom of the dress was made of sheer chiffon fabric that revealed her long and shapely legs. Her blonde locks waved softly around her face, drawing attention to her striking blue eyes and curved pink lips. It was clear Alexandra came from an aristocratic background, but among the gossiping crowd that frequented these events she didnt care to show off her familys wealth with gaudy gowns and jewelry. She stood out in a different way from the rest of the spoiled girls her age, which was just how she liked it. After another round greeting guests and briefly chatting with them she could stand the charade no longer and quietly ducked out of the main ballroom into a quieter back hallway. With a sigh she leaned back against the sturdy wall, her head tipped up to gaze tiredly at the ceiling. Once upon a time she used to get excited about parties and social events like these spending hours primping and getting dressed up. It felt like a lifetime ago, when she was young and nave about how this old-money political sphere worked. Now she was older, and understood that nothing in life was ever free and that she needed to guard her true self from the sharks that swam in the other room. If she could stay hidden away for the rest of the evening she would, but Alexandra knew there would be hell to pay from her parents when they realized she had left. With another sigh she stood up straight and steeled herself to slip back into the party, knowing she had already been gone for far too long. Hopefully this night would end soon.