As always, Annelise Walton awoke two hours before she needed to be on Constance premises. It wasn't because it took her long to get ready for school, especially considering the fact that they were on a half-day schedule. Besides, Annelise was nothing but prompt. She planned most outfits the night before unless the mood struck her and typically stayed on a very precise meal plan. She kept a planner on her person at all times and she almost always used it. However, she awoke two hours early this morning out of a need to be even more prepared than normal and Maria had advised her to do her daily yoga session the second she awoke. It would calm her frazzled nerves.
If ever one was looking for a perfectionist, it can be found in Annelise and even as she finished her last yoga pose, her mind drifted back to the party she was throwing. Annelise was all about themed events, particularly if they had some reference to a historical event or a specific time period. That was the one thing everyone could always look forward to and considering that this was the party to kick start her senior year, it could be nothing short of glamorous and perfect. She was paying homage to the time of the thirties all the way up to the fifties, when there was a speakeasy named El Morocco. Anyone who was anyone attended and they would dance, sing, eat and socialize to their hearts' content. It was a talked about thing and why would anyone not want to be glamorous for one night? She had rented out the restaurant and lounge for it, hired photographers, got catering, and hired one f her favorite DJs. And in true Annelise fashion, she was freaking out.
"Maybe I should just go down there and just check everything out," Annelise said, still wrapped in her silk robe and seated on a stool at the kitchen island. Before her sat a cup of chai tea mixed with milk and sugar and a plate which consisted of a half-eaten Egg's Benedict with a large mushroom in place of the meat. Maria, her childhood caretaker, shook her head. "But what if they messed up the flashing lights or the snacks need another tasting and God forbid even one of the photographers backed out! I swear, I'll - "
"It's fine, Little Missy," Maria reassured her and pushed a small bowl of mixed fruit towards the socialite. Annelise sighed and pouted a bit. "You're Annelise Walton, since when has your anything short of perfect, huh?" Ask my father, she thought bitterly before painting an appeased smile on her face.
"You're right, you're right." Annelise set her fork down and told herself to take a few deep breaths. She always did. Yes, her vision was important and yes, she needed to be on top of everything, but there were only rare times when her vision was not met or something went awry. She shouldn't freak out. It was her first day back at Constance. It was her senior year, matter of fact. No worries, that should be running through her mind. After making that decision mentally with a comforting smile from Maria, Constance's Queen bee set to finishing her light meal before heading back to her room and getting dressed.
Being who she was had its perks and one of them had to be the leniency the administration gave when it came to the uniforms that she, her girls, and her followers wore. Constance's policies for clothing was too restrictive, too...bleh. And while yes, Annie could be seen in the navy or plaid, she favored making the look more refined. After finishing with her ensemble, she stood before her vanity and gave the final light touches to her make-up. It was a natural look with the hint of a shimmery gold shade close to her lash line and a gloss that brought out the natural pink of her lips. She had tucked the front portion of her newly-dyed blonde hair, which not many had seen, and applied a Bump-It so that she could have that voluminous, big hair look that still seemed natural enough. After sliding on her pale pink blazer, Annelise took a series of photos to do an outfit of the day collage that was posted on Instagram moments later, spritzed on her Jasmine vanilla perfume, and grabbed her tote and planner on the way out.
"I'm having the spa team come up here for some pampering for me and the girls at around noon," she explained to Maria as she descended down the stairs once more. "We'll probably just hang out and have dinner afterwards and them get ready." She paused upon entering the living room, a thoughtful expression on her face before her countenance went blank. She refused to ask about her mother's whereabouts; she knew the woman wasn't home, like always. Maria didn't say anything either and just handed her the usual bottle of Fiji. "See you after school, Maria." As Annelise stepped into the private elevator of her penthouse, she sent a text to her girls.
To: Lexi, Kat, Kenna
Leaving now. Where r u guys?
If ever one was looking for a perfectionist, it can be found in Annelise and even as she finished her last yoga pose, her mind drifted back to the party she was throwing. Annelise was all about themed events, particularly if they had some reference to a historical event or a specific time period. That was the one thing everyone could always look forward to and considering that this was the party to kick start her senior year, it could be nothing short of glamorous and perfect. She was paying homage to the time of the thirties all the way up to the fifties, when there was a speakeasy named El Morocco. Anyone who was anyone attended and they would dance, sing, eat and socialize to their hearts' content. It was a talked about thing and why would anyone not want to be glamorous for one night? She had rented out the restaurant and lounge for it, hired photographers, got catering, and hired one f her favorite DJs. And in true Annelise fashion, she was freaking out.
"Maybe I should just go down there and just check everything out," Annelise said, still wrapped in her silk robe and seated on a stool at the kitchen island. Before her sat a cup of chai tea mixed with milk and sugar and a plate which consisted of a half-eaten Egg's Benedict with a large mushroom in place of the meat. Maria, her childhood caretaker, shook her head. "But what if they messed up the flashing lights or the snacks need another tasting and God forbid even one of the photographers backed out! I swear, I'll - "
"It's fine, Little Missy," Maria reassured her and pushed a small bowl of mixed fruit towards the socialite. Annelise sighed and pouted a bit. "You're Annelise Walton, since when has your anything short of perfect, huh?" Ask my father, she thought bitterly before painting an appeased smile on her face.
"You're right, you're right." Annelise set her fork down and told herself to take a few deep breaths. She always did. Yes, her vision was important and yes, she needed to be on top of everything, but there were only rare times when her vision was not met or something went awry. She shouldn't freak out. It was her first day back at Constance. It was her senior year, matter of fact. No worries, that should be running through her mind. After making that decision mentally with a comforting smile from Maria, Constance's Queen bee set to finishing her light meal before heading back to her room and getting dressed.
Being who she was had its perks and one of them had to be the leniency the administration gave when it came to the uniforms that she, her girls, and her followers wore. Constance's policies for clothing was too restrictive, too...bleh. And while yes, Annie could be seen in the navy or plaid, she favored making the look more refined. After finishing with her ensemble, she stood before her vanity and gave the final light touches to her make-up. It was a natural look with the hint of a shimmery gold shade close to her lash line and a gloss that brought out the natural pink of her lips. She had tucked the front portion of her newly-dyed blonde hair, which not many had seen, and applied a Bump-It so that she could have that voluminous, big hair look that still seemed natural enough. After sliding on her pale pink blazer, Annelise took a series of photos to do an outfit of the day collage that was posted on Instagram moments later, spritzed on her Jasmine vanilla perfume, and grabbed her tote and planner on the way out.
"I'm having the spa team come up here for some pampering for me and the girls at around noon," she explained to Maria as she descended down the stairs once more. "We'll probably just hang out and have dinner afterwards and them get ready." She paused upon entering the living room, a thoughtful expression on her face before her countenance went blank. She refused to ask about her mother's whereabouts; she knew the woman wasn't home, like always. Maria didn't say anything either and just handed her the usual bottle of Fiji. "See you after school, Maria." As Annelise stepped into the private elevator of her penthouse, she sent a text to her girls.
To: Lexi, Kat, Kenna
Leaving now. Where r u guys?