Having been an actress for a few years now, you’d think she should be used to the sickly smell of sweat and wine that dances through the enclosed space littered with the Lorsette rich and famous, yet it’s all Odessa could focus on. Loud voices and even louder laughter, the place was home to the oblivious, escaping from the taxing lives of being idolised and adored. You’d think a rising actress, set to star in what her darling manager believes could be the big summer blockbuster of the year, would thrive in this sort of environment-
Elliana Fraiser / dress / some fancy mansion
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also yes the titles a reference to good charlotteOnly she doesn’t. She isn’t sure at what point she found herself by the back of the room, close enough to the bar that nobody would think she was a wallflower, but close enough that a simple glance might register the red haired starlette as busy. An environment like this is the perfect place for uncontrolled conversation, for her to lose control of her words and let them escape freely- she feared a lie or two slipping through that somebody with enough power to their name could ruin her.A hand pushed through Odette’s hair, scrunching through a crisp curl that hung a little too close to her eye as she took to watching the people around the room. At least she could be grateful for the soft chill of night, seeping in from the door to the backside of what must be an expensive abode, it was the one familiar thing she could try to find comfort in.From nearby, she could hear a conversation between a director and a singer, perhaps trying to score a music deal for their latest masterpiece, she wasn’t sure, and a little ways over the gently quips of a flirty conversation mingled with must be a drunken argument between people who’d paid their way past the limit.What a party.She just had to be here an hour or two, then she could flee, pick up the deep red of her gown and sprawl out in her apartment, with the air conditioning on high and the judgment of stars free from her eyesight.…Would she look weird, standing here without a drink? Ahhhugh….The girls precisely painted lips pressed together as she fought the urge to tug on her curls once more, it was a party after all, and perhaps a critic or a photographer would get a shot of the woman looking bored and nervous and begin to tell the public about her unsure and awkward image- not that a few co-stars hadn’t already leaked her film-side manner to the press. It was a quick decision, the girl moving to bring her purse towards her and taking a stride or to towards the bar, ordering herself an icy strawberry wine and taking position this time at a bar stool, far to the left. She could get away with looking away from the crowd then, her attention being on the soft pink liquid and the way it almost seems to shimmer under the harsh bar lights.Perhaps this had been a better strategy than hiding towards the back or whatever, Odessa was sure of it now. Nobody would want to bother somebody who’s features they couldn’t even see, right? They’d see the back of her and surely not be able to tell who she was, so be uncertain of coming up to her- they totally would.A perfect plan, she was sure. Raising her wine glass up to her lips and tilting her head back to the congregation of somebodies, she let her purple eyes glaze over them once more to further assert her inner monologue, as if she hadn’t already spent the last ten minutes trying to perfect her isolation plan. Or… was it perfect?She quickly turned back to face the bar, away from the people, and let out a soft sigh, the glass being brought down in front of her. Stop it, Dessie. You’re here to be mentioned as a throwaway attendant in magazines, you’re here so the press can say you do famous people stuff and be seen as something other than a cold introvert. Thoughts swirled around her head, and she moved once more to sip at her cold beverage to keep her conscious afloat. Only a few hours. She could last that long keeping this up.