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Charlotte quickly grinned. “Thank you. I can’t say I’m quite a beauty guru but, I managed to burn my hand only a few times with the curling iron,” she chuckled. “I’m glad someone can relate.”

“Trust me, beauty gurus still do that.. and worse,” Seraphina admitted with a giggle. “If I told you about some of my mishaps I’d probably lose all credibility.”

“Heavens no, I just only wear it on special occasions.” her nose scrunched up as her lips curled into a smile. “I’m not going to implode anytime soon so please feel free to stroke it as you please. I shall forever remain grateful.” with a tinge of cockiness if anything else.

“Oh, of course. That makes loads of sense. Wouldn’t want it to get damaged, right?” Seraphina teased, a slight smiling playing upon her visage. “Alright, fine. I agree with you. You’re super adorable and wonderful company. Happy now, love?”

the brunette moves to sit down on the chaise lounge, raising his glass of champagne in the air, he tilted it, watching as the gold liquid circles the glass. his eyes dropped down to her as he listened to her whine, wagging a finger. “mm, no. you’re not getting away that easy. my mantra is dance until you drop— and as the birthday boy, what i say goes.” he said with a grin.

dark hues followed the male’s movements from her sprawled out position on the sofa, a soft sigh falling from ruby lips as his words settled in the air. “you know, that’s really not fair,” seraphina pouted. “it’s really hard to tell you no after you drop the birthday card.”

“Well, see? There ya go! I definitely don’t know any Welsh.” Seraphina grinned. “Are you gonna start us off or do I have the honors?”

‘‘Any time, what would the world come to if we’d all just started ratting each other out? Oh wait, we’re already doing that. I understand 100%.’‘ Patrick couldn’t help but poke some fun at his own promise to her, smiling back at her. ‘‘You’re not the only one who needs to rest during parties like this you know, who knows how long this one will last anyway.’‘

“I was about to say that sounds very similar considering we have Gossip Girl out here running amok. But I don’t know, I get good vibes from you so I’m going to trust my secret’s safe with you,” she winked. “That’s a fair point. Somehow I get the feeling the night has just begun so we might as well rest while we can.”

“No problem  we all need help every once in a while ” She gave her some water.“ it’s been a fun night though.”

“That we do but I still owe you one.” Seraphina flashed her a grateful smile as she took the water from her. “It really has been a good time. Harry sure knows how to throw a party.”

“Angelic Scarlett at your service.” she added with a curtsy.  “You have a heart of gold.” she added with a few claps of the hand. “I can’t deny I am great company, I mean I’m just so darn adorable.”

“So, what? Did you forget the halo at home?” Seraphina quipped. “I know, I know. I’m so generous and kind.” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I want to agree with you now. There might not be room for the rest of us on this boat if I stroke your ego anymore.”

“I’m lazy and rely on English. It’s amazing, love. Don’t be so modest,” he nudged her lightly. “We are singing Last Friday Night.”

“I don’t really think that’s lazy, though. You just haven’t had a reason to learn something fluently. But fine, I’ll take the compliment.. if I have to,” she teased. “A true party anthem. I approve.”

“You really look stunning. I feel like maybe I should’ve tried a bit harder but, I actually did my hair today instead of throwing it into a bun. That’s more effort than usual,” she admitted with a laugh. “Right? And when you’re busy for an hour, it’s like the whole world has changed while you were gone!”

“Oh my God, stop it.” Seraphina shook her head. “You shouldn’t feel that way at all, you look beautiful. Your hair is lovely and you look so fresh-faced.” She chuckled at her observation. “That’s so true! I swear, nothing will happen for the longest time and then I’ll have a meeting or something and that’s when all hell will break lose.”

Me? Cruel? Never.” she teased, her tongue sticking out between her teeth. “Of course you are, fine you win I’ll join you. But drinks are on you.” her lips curled into a grin as she winked at the girl in question.

“Oh, that right. I forgot who I was talking to,” Seraphina teased. “Fine, fine. Drinks on me, I’ll accept that. You’re just lucky I enjoy your company so much.”

Patrick raised an eyebrow at her. ‘’You know this is a party right?’’ He pointed out with a chuckle, sitting in the seat next to hers. ‘’Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re giving up already.’’ Patrick joked. 

"I really appreciate your discretion. I’ve gotta keep up my party animal reputation,” Seraphia joked, offering him a smile as he sat beside her. “You don’t have to keep me company, you know. Like you said, this is a party.”

“i’ve yet to reach m-my limit tonight, b-but you have m-m-my sympathies.” giselle trilled her nails on the back of her phone, tucking it away in her satin clutch which settled on her lap. bare feet tucked under her, she was, the overlay of gauze layered over her gown, entirely put together, excusing her own heels placed neatly on the floor in front of her. “i’m giselle.”

“Yes, girl,” he laughed as she jumped up on the stage with him. “I’m intrigued. Yes. Surprise me. I mean, that’s fucking amazing. I know a tiny bit of rusty French from school.”

Seraphina was quick to wave off his praise. “It’s not amazing, more like totally necessary.” If she wanted to interact with most of her family speaking Arabic and French was required. “A surprise it is,” she grinned. “What are we singing?”

“They look lovely though. So now you can just sit and look pretty instead, yeah?” She laughed. “Oh, trust me. Twitter and Instagram aren’t very interesting tonight. I’ve already checked.”

“Ooh, I like the way you think. Thanks, love.” Hearing that social media was dry Seraphina let out a sigh and dejectedly slipped her phone back in her clutch. “Why am I not surprised? They’re never popping when you need them to be.” 

“Love, that was an invite! You better come join me and make this a duet,” he held his hands out, laughing. “Come sing with me in foreign languages.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” Seraphina was always a bit of a ham so we wasted no time in joining the male on the stage. “Wait,” she giggled. “You want me to sing in another language?” It was an interesting request but she was happy to oblige. “What are you in the mood for? French, Spanish? Maybe a little Arabic?”

“a respite can’t really b-be looked down upon at this hour.” giselle was not at all used to another’s feet being placed on her lap, but here she was sat with her phone in hand and torn from her e-book, resting her own feet for a moment.