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Molly looked over in surprise and was unable to help her burst of laughter in response. Well, that was a relief. “Wow! I just… You really kept a straight face there! You totally got me! You should look into being an actress or something.”

@manipulativeblonde

Molly winced. Well, that was the quickest way to shut her down. She’d always thought it was nice to lend suggestions while out shopping– apparently not. Though Molly didn’t really see the harm in telling the other blonde that the color would look good with her complexion. 

“Oh, uh, sorry…”

Another night, another gala. After a little over eight months of attending benefits in the place of her parents, Molly was really getting the hang of it. She had grown used to the long, cumbersome gowns and she no longer stumbled in the incredibly high heels-- she glided everywhere she walked. She knew the perfect smile, the perfect laugh, the perfect handshake, and most of it was sincere. Most of it. Some nights, she just didn’t feel like playing the part, even if she had to. Wilma constantly insisted that she didn’t have to attend anything, her parent’s representatives could handle it, but Molly didn’t bite. It was her responsibility.

But tonight, she needed to take a second to breathe. She excused herself and slipped out to the courtyard, taking a deep breath of the cool spring air. She took a moment to take off her heels, walking barefoot among the plants and masonry.

She saw the handsome young boy her age and paused, almost wanting to go back so she wouldn’t disturb him. But something in his expression looked...painful. And so, she decided to take a shot in the dark and talk to him. What better topic than the stars?