#validation???

i got tagged by @bitchin-in-style to make a personal mood board! i’m calling it horny-peach core

13 weeks before the 1998 New Hampshire Primary. . .

The fallen leaves rustled and danced in the bitter wind that swept through the darkness as a twenty-something woman crossed the street.  Her shadow cast against the street from the shine of the street light.  She tucked her curly dishwater-blonde hair behind her ear before shoving her hands in her jeans pockets and burying her nose below the collar of her dark blue Yale sweatshirt.  She should have remembered to wear a jacket, but apparently, she had forgotten how chilly New Hampshire could be at this time of the year.  Having grown-up in just down the road in Manchester, she really should have known better.

Reluctantly, Emily pulled her right arm from her pocket to check the silver wristwatch on her arm.  She was late.  Dinner had started five minutes ago.  Emily knew better than to be late for an event and make a scene, but the traffic had been terrible coming up from New Haven.  In her defense, she hadn’t even missed the speech yet, just the start of dinner, nothing catastrophic.   Emily then shoved her hand back in her pocket and ascended the stairs in a bit of a run.

There was an older gentleman dressed in a brown leather jacket with a plaid shirt underneath, holding the door open for her. Emily muttered her thanks before she entered the warm building.  When the warm air hit her cheeks, she sighed in contentment before she followed the sound of people talking and forks and knives clanking against plates.  Going to these types of events weren’t her favorite thing in the world, but for her dad, she would suffer through.  The look of surprise on his face would be reason enough.  He didn’t know she was coming nor that was she was spending the weekend at home.

When she entered the room, she spotted Leo McGarry, a good friend of her father’s who had encouraged her to attend the event, talking to a gentleman at one of the tables toward the front of the room.  Leo nodded his head and Emily gave a quick wave before she looked for an empty seat at the back of the room.  There was a table in the back on the right side of the room with a guy more focused on a newspaper than his dinner.  Emily quickly headed toward that table as to not draw too much attention to herself.  She kept her head down and made sure that her hair covered her face from the crowd.  While outside of politics, she wasn’t noticed often due to her status as the governor’s daughter, but tonight was a completely different story.