Princess Fairchild

"You are far too kind, Lucille Fairchild," Robbie grinned as he appeared beside whoever she had been complimenting. He raised a brow at them before they decided it best to leave and grab everyone a refill of champagne. "Or should I say 'Donovan'? My parents couldn't stop gushing about the big engagement. Plus, I could pretty much see that rock from where I was halfway round the world. How are you, darling?"

"Roberto," she smiled. Though they both knew her compliment hadn't been towards him, it wasn't surprising for him to claim it. "Soon. Oh I'm sure. My mom almost broke the news before we could." For a man who had been so far, he was so well connected to a place he left behind. "I'm busy. You know how it is. Still, I would love to hear about your travels. Also, welcome back. I did miss your commentary."

"Pardon me, miss. Sorry to interrupt, but I can't help but hear you complimenting all these people, and not once have I heard a decent response." Scottie had been standing nearby as she compared this person to the surrounding art when, honestly, they looked like a potato. "You're an absolute vision." Light glinted off her hand and he sighed a little. "I hope whoever was lucky enough to give you that ring tells you that every day."

For a man whose face was plastered almost everywhere, he certainly wasn't blatant about it. Then again at least half the party was used to their face on screens at some point or another. "Well I don't say it for the compliments back." Although he did have a point. "Now you're just flattering me, but it's working. You must say that all the time." Now that was sweet. Lucille smiled, bright and genuine. "In his own little ways he does. I mean this ring is proof, right."

Julian looked down at his suit and smiled. "You really think so?" He wasn't sure he looked that good–certainly not work of art good–but he would take the compliment. Wishing he could say something equally nice in return, he racked his brain for literally anything, but unless he was charming a CEO into a deal, Julian was hopeless at this. "You look good."

Lucille nodded, smiling up at him as she smoothed out his lapel. "I always think you look handsome. Well... most of the time." She teased. There were a few items in his closet she would toss the moment she had the chance. Good? God bless her fiance. "Thank you. I wasn't sure it fit well so that makes me feel better." That wasn't necessarily true, but it didn't hurt to give the man a little help.

"it helps that jamie is a meticulous planner, i just make sure the vision happens and stays true to the plan" ingrid leaned in and looked at the ring. it was stunning, only the best for lucille "it's beautiful, a fitting ring for you. how far are you in on your planning?" she asked curiously "i will, it was a new caterer we went with for this evening so i'm glad it paid off. she'll be happy to hear that they were a good choice"

"oh please, you're truly being modest and you don't need to be. you should take pride in the part you played here." she knew whenever something she did went off well, she deserved the praise she got. lucille fought back a giddy laugh. "thank you, ingrid. oh phew, it feels like not far enough. i don't know if it's because of how big it's gotten but every time we nail something down, something else pops up. em, is a blessing. i don't tell her enough." even if her sister had to grin an bear it half the time. "oh, i might need to take a business card. never a bad idea to have more than one reliable option."

"thanks, yeah it's been a real run around for this event. i hear you're planning a wedding now. congratulations on your engagement" she smiled. it was something that ingrid had got close to once but it had all fallen apart "i'll be sure to let jamie know that the horderves are going down well"

"oh, i bet. you've done well so far and you look good doing it." lucille grinned at the mention of her engagement. she really couldn't hide her smile. putting up her hand she showed off her ring to ingrid. "thank you, i'm really excited." nodding along, "please do. every host deserves to know what they did well. especially with something as big as this."

Emmeline should have known her sister would have honed in on hearing her name and 'wedding' said out loud. She should have moved faster. "Nothing," she replied on instinct before forcing herself to relax. You're not in trouble, Em. "I mean, it's just Mrs Vanderkamp looking for an invite to your wedding. Don't worry, I'll keep screening the hard 'no's', you're all good. Um, no, I'm not avoiding Peter. I just know he'll get pissy if i ghost before telling him how resplendent the space looks. It's no big, I'll live until he appears." She glanced around the room too before looking back to Lucille. "Did you want some champagne?"

It sounded sharp as hell to her ears, that nothing. Lucille fought to keep her smile from wavering. How was Emmeline tense with her, like she was the problem. "Oh, I didn't... I'm not. I think it's fine to avoid wedding talk for the night." Probably easier said than done but she didn't want her sister's every conversation to revolve around her and Julian's wedding. Right, no she was probably just avoiding her. "Well, if I see him before you do, I'll let him know it's resplendent." Especially if Em was leaving for the night already. "Oh, uhm sure. Thank you, that would be nice."

the vanderbilt gallery was a thing of beauty and jamie park had somehow managed to make it grander and more beautiful than before. olivia had spent some time chatting with guests and catching up with her fellow actors before she decided it was enough and she snuck out back to steal a moment of peace to herself - mainly to have a smoke, but still, a moment of peace.

if anyone asked then she was looking for... someone but in reality, she needed a break. lucille paused seeing someone else in the spot she had mentally deemed her quiet reprieve. "oh sorry, i didn't think see you there." she should leave but lucille's feet wouldn't move. "i didn't mean to disturb you."

when your boss is hosting a get together at a vanderbilt art gallery, you make sure that you make an effort to dress up. especially if said boss is fashionable jamie park. ingrid breezed though the gallery, phone in hand while she made sure that all details were to exactly what jamie had expressed in her vision.

she was interested in seeing how the night would go. jamie park's hosting an art gallery was an event she couldn't imagine anyone wanted to miss and as she walked through the gallery, she could see why people would want to fight for invites. lucille laughed, "no judgement here. trust me, i understand how it is hosting an event. yes, it's beautiful. love the horderves."

"I'm sure your invitation was just misplaced. I mean, you can't even begin to imagine the hours of calligraphy that went into them, Lucille was very particular. Yeah, yeah, I'll tell her-... Mhm. Okay, have a great evening," Emmeline grinned so widely she must have looked a little unhinged. When they finally left, she rolled her eyes and turned to find the nearest drinks tray.

She wasn't sure the message was meant for her, but hearing her name had Lucille approaching to see what the trouble was. It also made her conversations with Emmeline just a bit easier. She managed an easy smile coming to a stop. "Tell me what?" She glanced around the room before looking back. "I haven't seen him, are you... avoiding Peter?"