Post by ANNABELLA PIXIEROSE HARRINGTON on Jan 9, 2011 12:21:05 GMT -5
Even seven years on, Anna wasn't completely used to the whole glitz-glam-diva city of New York. Part of her hoped to return to Scotland some day, part of her was drawn to stay amoung the shine of the city and see what all the fuss was about.
Tall, by her family's standards at least, Anna wasn't exactly the most imposing figure with her slim frame. She wanted to follow her mother's foot steps later, opening her own little boutique, but Anna doubt her successful she'd be in such a cut throat business. If she could barely stand up to her parents, what hope was there for her in that world?
However, she was happy with her modelling and had dreams there too. Dreams of being an angel, amoung the elite of Victoria's Secret.
She never made it amoung the social elites of her highschool so maybe then she'd fit in - where it was her hard work and not her popularity that would attain the title.
Shifting almost uncomfortably between feet, the slight movement rippled through the delicate red material of her dress. Turning, she surveyed the crowd with mild interest, torn between socialising and feeling incredibly out of place as she had arrived solo.
A champagne flute was held delicately between her fingers, the deep pink liquid inside bubbling gently as she sipped it. One more year, one more year till she could drink here when she'd have been already drinking for two back home. However, tonight, she wasn't about to argue when she'd been handed the glass by her own parent before she'd slipped away to keep the event professional.
Anna was there, to meet new people and enjoy the new year. Her mother, however, saw it as a chance to up her contacts. It seemed they were similar only in the vague visual resemblance.
As she turned, intent on making sure the parent in question wasn't about to drag her to meet someone, her elbow clipped that of the person next to her. "I'm so sorry, didn't see you there." she apologised sincerely.
this is a post for ANYONE IT'S OPEN and is made up of
339 words. the outfit is HERE but that
isn't important. i'd just like to say TADA.
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