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Edward doesn't have to be told by either of them the myriad reasons why they need to turn themselves out a few weeks after they arrive in Rochester. They're always going to attract attention, but they need to at least appear normal and comfort the sensibilities of those who shouldn't be left wondering.

The rhymes and reasons are always the same, only the trivial details change. That Senior King decides to throw a late Winter ball, to honor his niecesโ€™ engagement, and makes the charitable donation of tickets for all the doctors and their families is simply convenient more than celebrated.


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The rich and affluent, and the hanger's on to the rich and affluent, of Rochester waltzed each other around the floor. They talk at tables pressed to the edge of the floor, starting with the weather and the season moving into the topics in vogue and on to the city events to come, circling always the edge of polite business.

Anything but the world outside their doors. All the while back stabbing and conniving at each other with each thought matching their syrupy words.



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Just because he understands it all (and hears it all) does not mean he has to embrace it.

Edward does what's required of him (introductions to the Senior, to so many others he smiles at without caring; middling chit chat about the weather and seasons, his sister and brother-in-law, Eastman's seasonal concert, about King's boycotting heir apparent) until it isn't, and he can slip the crowds.

Date: 2010-09-24 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jealous-rose.livejournal.com
Rosalie retracts her gloved hand, swallowing. She tries to mask the awkwardness of it being left hanging there by bringing it up to her throat, to fiddle with her necklace prettily but self-consciously.

She wants to snap at him. She wants to tell him exactly what she thinks of him, in no uncertain terms.

But she is a lady. And this is her greatest pride, despite the fact that it requires her restraint. She is perfect. She's what every man would want. And it would not be proper to try to stand up to this young man in any direct manner. So she doesn't.

It's what makes her better than him.

She is able to mask her rage almost completely, except for the flush that continues to color her cheeks. But it works perfectly to her advantage... She flutters her eyelashes, angling her gaze slightly downward, pretending to be bewildered.

"Rosalie Hale." Her tone is appropriately timid, though fury is what makes it waver. She curtsies slightly.

Everyone is watching. And she's just made Edward seem like the most heartless man in all of Rochester.

Date: 2010-09-24 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jealous-rose.livejournal.com
"Yes, of course. I understand," Rosalie tells the man who tries to comfort her, looking up into his eyes appreciatively. But she's careful to indicate with her tone and expression that she doesn't really believe him, and continues to blush. "Won't you excuse me, please?" she asks, then continues towards the powder room, making a show of walking briskly.

Rosalie counts the seconds before one of her friends rushes in and flies to her side. And Rosalie makes the appropriate show of being distraught and upset, leaning on the other girl's shoulder when it is offered to her, covering her face in her hands. It's a little too easy, to channel her anger into this performance, and some of her words are genuine. As she fakes being on the verge of tears, to her own horror she realizes that it might not be as fake as she would like to think.

But that just makes her angry again. Why should she care how Edward treated her?

Several girls come and go from the roomโ€”some stand and ask questions just outside the door. "It's Rosalieโ€”she's very upset, poor dear," others answer, and all attempt to offer their own form of comfort.

As if they meant it. As if they weren't secretly thinking it served her right, or inwardly laughing at her downfall. As if they won't gossip about it tomorrow. Rosalie chooses to dwell on their hidden but obvious duplicity. It fuels her anger, and assists her in the little show she's putting on.

She emerges eventually, when she feels her friends have done enough to relieve her previous "mortification." She consents to a few dances, but refuses others, apologizing that she's "not in the mood." Anything to keep people talking about it.

She moves to the balcony later, to lean on the railing and sigh. It would be the perfect opportunity for someone to come and apologize.

She tries not to acknowledge to herself the fact that she's going to be waiting for said apology all night. Especially because she knows it probably won't ever come.

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