#* drusilla

She had just known that there was something special about her, and it was reassuring to have confirmation that others saw it too. In her humble opinion, there had been no one more deserving of the honor of being the diamond of the season, and Daphne had been looking forward to the girl’s debut for years in anticipation of this very evening.

Dru looked stunning, suitors had been staring (at Dru, not her), and Daph was already looking ahead to the girl’s inevitable wedding, provided that one of the suitors proved to be good enough for the most kindhearted of them all.

So overall a decent night. There was just one thing that still needed to be done.

An actual greeting of the girl she’d been happily watching over almost all evening.

“Good evening, diamond,” she started with a grin, swooping in when she’d looked up to find that Drusilla was alone. “I do hope that you’ve been having a lovely evening.”

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She hadn’t been quite sure how or who to ask, but once she’d gotten word that the girl was the diamond of the season she had simply asked where to find the fairest maiden in the room and she’d been almost unanimously pointed in the same direction.

Some things did run in the family, it would seem.

Upon her arrival in Auradon, Juliette hadn’t been certain of how she’d approach the complicated family dynamic that she knew she would be sure to have with any child of Snow White. She had not known the specific composition of Snow White’s family, but Juliette would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved to hear when she’d asked on her first day in town that there was only one child in the family. And a kind one at that.

Everyone’s rave reviews on Drusilla White-Prince had slowly worked to convince Juliette that it was time for a family reconciling, daughter-to-daughter, and considering how downhill the night had been going for her, Juliette felt the need to move swiftly with her introduction, just in case that particular overture could be the thing that saved the evening.

Taking a few nervous steps towards the girl, Juliette could feel herself hesitating as she worked up the courage to make the final move. But before she knew it the other girl was starting to move herself, in a direction that would take her right past Juliette and (not to be dramatic but) potentially out of her life for good. In a matter of seconds her approach had shifted, and she called out with a feeble ‘excuse me’ in order to make Drusilla pause.

“Are you Lady White-Prince?”

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