#c:wendy

“Tickets to the Nutcracker are how much?” Ronald asked distressed, kicking the side of the brick building with a sigh. “No, no, I don’t want them.  I mean, I do want them I just can’t afford them yet. Yes, I understand they will sell out soon.” He sighed, brushing his hair back off his face.  “Thank you.” He hung up, sliding the phone into his pocket before turning back to towards the building.  Taking a few deep breaths, he waited for the dance class to finish before spotting Wendy.  “Hey.”

After a few minutes roaming about in the house with no defined strategy, Antonia had already got rid of the hood from her rat costume, as though that would diminish her humiliation. The single thing that she could think of was - why did I choose to put myself through this bullshit? These social charades were as dull as she’d ever found them, and she was now skeptical that, joining the JWL, she really would be associating herself with the finest people, as she’d always been told. The finest people wouldn’t waste their time with these childish, stupid events.

It stinged her that she was the only one, at least among those she’d seen, who’d received a pathetic costume. Upon entering an unexplored room, she let out a heavy breath. In there, she found not her big, she guessed, but yet another girl in a beautiful dress, although she couldn’t quite figure out what her costume was. “Hi,” she smirked unenthusiastically. Not only the dress, but everything about the girl looked beautiful, which made her feel worse. “I’m assuming you’re not my big.” 

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