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[TEXT]: Guess who’s on the way back to Soapberry now!?

[TEXT]: Being home was fun and all but I miss my own apartment good god, and eating more traditional foods again was fun at first for Bellas benefit but i’m OVER IT.

[TEXT]: Controversial opinion Isa, Haggis isn’t that great.

         Four large boxes rested on the dressing room’s vanity, and a collection of backs on the floor, bulb lights brightening the black matte of the boxes and casting shadows on the bags. Obviously Pondicherry had such lighting in the dressing rooms for their performers, Bellamy should have expected as much when she had breezed past staff to the various rooms. This one was not solely Isa’s as Bella had initially expected it to be but rather seemed to be a general one for a few members of the production, four chairs in the room in front of their own vanities. Bella had seated herself on a small lounge in the room however as she waited for Isa to be done with rehearsal for the day.

          “Here is your drink, Miss Barnes,” one of the staff members said as they brought Bellamy in a cocktail glass with a mix of blood and gin inside, the blood stirred in very thoroughly, Pondicherry was a wonderful establishment afterall.

          Taking the glass she took a small sip, “thank you,” she responded as the woman left. She was intending on making it up to Isa that her dress and her shoes had been ruined by the blight. They’d done well, defended themselves and got out, but her first set of gifts to Isa had been ruined and Bellamy, who felt it was now her duty to keep Isa lavished in couture clothing, as any actress of beauty and talent should be. This meant she could not allow Isa to continue on without a myriad of staple items.

          For Bellamy this meant a pair of ‘So Kate’ Louboutin’s in black, white and bright aqua for good measure, a few jeans from Mother, Rag & Bone, and J Brand, dresses from her favourite designers like Gucci, The Vampire’s Wife, and Cushnie, then obviously purses by Chanel, Dior and Louis Vuitton - a Birkin would come later, when she could order it custom for Isa. Honestly Bella wasn’t quite sure how much of what she ordered for Isa was in the bags. She did know however, two of the large boxes contained gowns she had bought more specifically to make up for the loss of her Mary Katrantzou dress.

He’d taken her to London for this. You didn’t get too many charity garden parties taking place in Soapham where guests of honour included MPs and decorated soldiers rubbing well-tailored shoulders with the film stars and moneyed businessmen whose donations couldn’t be turned away.

And Ephram Kingfisher, the head of his family’s profitable shipping company, was not only allowed in but welcomed by virtue of his ever-deepening pockets and his fingers enmeshed in government contracts -- even if they were quick fingers, known to pinch some dollarpounds here and pull tight a garotte there.

He flicked his knuckles along the lapel of the incredibly slim-fitting, elegant suit that Freddie’d knocked up for him and stood at the podium behind the ugly movie star and the viscountess on his arm while the two were announced, the majordomo’s voice ringing through the entrance of the thrown-open ballroom. You could see straight through to the vast picture garden behind, where the garden party proper was taking place, people in all manner of expensive clothing and jewelry strolling about and surreptitiously gauging each other.

“Don’t fidget,” Ephram said to Isa as he tugged her slightly closer to him, as if she might get a mind to rabbit at any moment and run off with the (faintly inappropriate) beaded gown she was wearing, perhaps more importantly with the emerald earrings and peacock feather fascinator trimmed in gold. “Are you superstitious?” Ephram had asked when he’d given her the feather. Not that her answer mattered, much, since she’d been required to wear it. And it suited her, in that dark glossy hair, its deep jewel tones. 

They stepped up to the podium, their turn to be announced, and the man behind it glanced at the card before saying, “Sergeant Major Ephram Pettaline, MM, DCM--” the medals he’d earned in the war but declined to wear, “--and Doña Isabel Morena Peña de la Vega, daughter of Juan Núñez III de Lara, of the Castillian House of Lara.”

“Your father His Lordship regrets that he’s been estranged from his daughter all these many years,” Ephram remarked in a low voice as they moved into the wide ballroom, his hand firm on Isa’s elbow, “but Kingfisher money was enough for him to welcome you back into the bosom of the family. Don’t worry, the two of you will never meet, no need to scrape up the wherewithal to fake it for your brand-new Daddy.” He smiled at two doyennes dripping in pearls who sailed by, as the women made no effort to hide their assessment of him and Isa. “I took some liberties with your name, hope you don’t mind. Seeing as I don’t actually know it.”

So long as SOMEBODY gave her a standing O, right? Not to get our NYcrit-T on but Isa de la Vega shouldn’t get too accustomed to being heaped with accolades for her ‘acting’. Maybe she has a future in eliminating pesky theatre critics, though.

09: Do you bite your nails?

No way! And ruin my manicure?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Probably, just to make sure my GrandPappy’s made some good decisions and made us millions before I was born.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

‘Course. Most people cry when you break their hearts.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Six. Andy Grier in the schoolyard. Boy kept pickin’ on me and puttin’ gum in my hair and shit, so I took my Mama’s advice. She’d said he was only pickin’ on me ‘cause he liked me, so I smooched him good one day and he never spoke to me again. Problem solved.

49: There is no 49 I just noticed that xD

59: Do you like the snow?

I can’t say I like it, but I don’t hate it. Gives me an excuse to wear cute coats and scarves. 

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

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Essie links arms with the merm excitedly. Back home Halloween just kind of passed by with parties and pub crawls, a lot of people just didn’t put that much effort in. Not Essie. Essie was always prepared for the spooky season, and it was a wonderful side effect of moving to America -let alone a supernatural town- that celebrations here were like nothing she’d had the joy of being involved in before. She wanted to do everything. 

“Okay so, map. Lantern. Spooky spirit. I think we’re all set.” she grins at Isa. “You ready to win this thing when the lantern lights?” The lanterns lighting to let everyone know to set off, also they would go blue if you strayed too far in the wrong direction.

       Bella felt heady as they landed. An outing interrupted practically the moment they stepped into the beach side bar. From the outside it merely looked closed, they shouldn’t have taken the risk but Bella had merely laughed in her gown that trailed on the sand surrounding the place, heels in hand. What was wrong if no one was there? They could have fun and Bella could leave a big enough cheque for what they took or the damages that were done. 

        Wrong, they’d stepped inside and a vertigo like feeling had overwhelmed Bella, the two women falling upwards or downwards or whichever way until they were here. Her mind heady because the overwhelming scent of burnt sugar hit her, sweetness too much for her sensitive nose to take. It felt as though it was everywhere and as she went to stand, hands still holding her heels pushing up from the ground she realised it wasn’t sand beneath her feet now but sugar. Near white sugar so thick and wide spread it seemed liked sand.

        “Isa,” she called out as she stood, blinking a few times. The world, despite the sugary scent, was not bright and lively but dark, the night fallen over whatever was around them, which, as Bella’s hands pressed to the closest thing, turned out to be a forest of candy and sweets. It was a good thing her hands were cold too because the tree was made of chocolate and would have melted on her hand. Instead Bella used it to keep her balance, walking to find Isa. “Where are you, chéri?” she called, bare feet sinking in the sand as she stumbled around the tree.