Constance looked into the large mirror and admired her reflection. The hairstylist had fashion her locks into the most intricate coif she had ever seen. Monseir DuBois had yet to show Constance her dress but it was sure to be stunning. Oh, how Arabella would be surprised when she saw this! She elbowed her way through a large circle of girls, all huddled around one person. “Excuse me! I need to see Monsieur DuBois right now!”
 
“It’s so very lovely!” And all of the other girls will be so jealous! Monsier DuBois nodded his approval. “Il est très beau sur vous, Constance.” “Merci, merci! Oh merci Dubois Monsiuer tellement!”
 
Constance heard her name called and walked to the entrance. Monsier DuBois winked at her from across the stage. He walked to the middle of the stage, and a hush came over the mob of fashion-obsessed women. “And now I would like to introduce to you my very own muse, Constance Vandenburg!” Constance pranced out and stood next to him. An audible gasp came from the crowd . Constance felt a sort of satisfaction in knowing that she would be talked of for weeks to come. ♥

Constance Vandenburg
Constance is anything but innocent. At only 18 years old, she is Manhattan’s bad girl. With her pale skin and piercing blue eyes, she’s well-known to all of society. But everyone knows she will do anything to make it to the top. She is known to have enemies and throw the best parties, but will her rival Genevieve ruin her reputation? Wealth is wealth, and Constance will use hers to claim everything and everyone she wants.
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Constance looked from her perch in Aster Café and knew that out of all society’s girls, she was the finest. Aster Café had large open windows , all the better to judge. She leaned over to her dark-haired escort, Douglas Pebbling, and began initiating small talk. While Douglas was a rather attractive being to look at, he lacked substance of any kind. “What did you think of the Stanbury’s last ball?” “Well, you looked quite pretty.” Constance inwardly shuttered at this mediocre compliment. “Thank you, dear. But how did you feel about it? Wasn’t it quite underdone! I myself have always preferred more luxe accommodations. Then again, simple really is in this season…..” Constance continued talking as always. When would this end? She needed a man that she could talk with, not talk at. As Constance had a conversation with [practically] herself, she noticed a figure skirting the outside of the Cafe. Clothed in plain black coat, she looked suspiciously like her maid, Grace. Constance’s suspicions were confirmed when the girl entered the establishment and removed her hood. She made a direct beeline for Constance’s table and stopped abruptly, almost as if she hadn’t noticed the table in front of her. Constance began getting worried. Grace curtsied, and the anticipation was too much for Constance. “Yes Grace, why are you here?” she said, not worried about sounding rude in front of Douglas. He wouldn’t notice anyway. “Miss Constance, you’re parents sent me out to get you. Its quite urgent.” Constance began to say something, but instead stood up. “Thank you so much for this lovely afternoon, Douglas. I shall have to be off now. Goodbye.” With out waiting for a response, Constance was gone.
 
-♥-
 
Hello there! My three top? Well, here they are!
 
1. CONSTANCE VANDENBURG!
2. CONSTANCE VANDENBURG!
3.LILAC THORN!
 
is that allowed?
 

 
P.S.- you should join!
 
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