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(I wouldn't! )
"Yes." I say, pulling him aside. "Do you actually care about me?"
(of course I come in late ) I poke Elijah, peering up at him. "Can I talk to you?" I ask quietly
"Of course Lily!" I say seriously
"What is it, Lily?" I ask, worrief
(pfft. Elijah the flower picking garden tender )
I wave back, rolling my eyes at the snooty guests.
(someone's obsessed with skating
(I sense a conflict ) I see Elijah, and smile. "Hey flower picker."
"If you wish, sister. I'm only here because father requested it." I say, tapping my fingers along a wine glass
(I am ah, the violence and gore ) I hum along with the live music, not singing because of the people there
(Not as good as Resident Evil 5 ) I walk downstairs, sighing as I enter the ballroom
(lady muffin? and I left the room jade)
(ASSASSIN'S CREED! )
"Shush. You know she won't agree. Now get dressed." I say to Miranda, smiling before I walk out of the room
(yay! The 6 year old returns )
"That's a lie. You're pretty, Miranda!" I say, arching an eyebrow. "You'd look good in a potato sack"
"Then why are you spazzing out over clothes?!" I ask bewilderedly
"Ugh... shut up..." I grumble, turning bright red.
"Miranda, you're seriously not worried over your dress, are you?" I snort