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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."
Outfit
Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Annoyed
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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."
Outfit
Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Annoyed
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Aaliyah chuckled lightly at Juliet's explanation that she basically needed to relax, which was a lot easier said than done considering how her mother was. Even if Juliet herself would walk up to Deborah Shanks and declare that the event was the most flawless of all of her annual parties, Debby would still find the most minuscule thing to be upset about. There wasn't a white chocolate fountain close to the regular milk chocolate fountain, she would complain. One of these dumb bitches who obviously don't know how to read wore egg shell, she would say. Fix your hair - nothing ever really signified absolute perfection, not unless everyone was dead and Debby was able to control every aspect of their corpses. And since that couldn't happen - well, Aaliyah focused on the fact that despite the guests that were present and her brother needing to be on the way before she had to hear about it, she was grateful for Juliet's presence.
"Okay, okay. I'll try," she replied with a playful smirk, peering over the blonde's shoulder at the male she had just been talking to. One of Leah's eyebrows rose in question when she turned her face back to Juliet. "I'm guessing Kellan Lutz wasn't your type?" She inquired and sipped on her mimosa, eyes returning to the crowd as she wondered where her fiance might have disappeared to. She knew that her earlier request for him to behave was a bit condescending, but Aaliyah couldn't help it when he gave her every reason not to trust his public antics. Was Beau suave? Debonair? Yes and double yes. However, neither of those adjectives meant a goddamn thing once had a few drinks and whatever other discombobulating substance he was privy to in his system. It made her think about Ed, though she refused to ask Juliet about him. She kept both the friendship aspect and the not-so-friendly aspect of their relationship from her best friend, even when she actually wanted to spill. Besides, there were some things Aaliyah wanted to keep to herself and Ed was one of them.
It was only a few seconds later that Aaliyah was shaken out of he reverie. Her gaze fell on Erin and Brynn, neither of whom actually impressed or managed to sustain Aaliyah's attention long enough for her gaze not to be considered a passing glance. Erin just did nothing for Aaliyah. She did not intimidate her nor did she actually serve as competition. Obviously, no matter how amazing the bitch might have thought she was or even how great Juliet claimed she was, there had to be something wrong with her if mostly every girl their age in the Upper East Side looked upon her with abhorrence. And Brynn was just the slut of Manhattan. Not even her family's money could save her from going down in history as such. But still, something vile rose at the back of Aaliyah's throat at the thought of the skank and Juliet's follow-up question made her eyes roll with contempt as she took another sip of her mimosa. "Tightening his chastity belt, if he knows what's good for him," she muttered coldly, tensing for a moment when an arm wrapped around her waist. A second later and lips were pressed against her skin and Aaliyah finally recognized the light stubble against her cheek for she smiled and relaxed in Beau's arms, fighting the impulse to give Brynn a stare that would remind the bitch that he was here and not with her trashy ass. She bit back the frown in favor of a smiling nod when Beau inquired of her well-being and her gaze remained on him even when he turned to Juliet.
Say what you will about Aaliyah - that she is some kind of ice queen or anything of that nature. The point was that she did love Beau, a lot more than most people gave her credit. The hardest part of it all was that, and it honestly was not fair to herself or him, she was not sure if she was in love with him. Giving Beau up meant losing and she would rather he do something than ever have to concede first. She would be damned if that happened, not after all the work she has put in to maintain their public image as one of the best prime couples of the whole Manhattan area. However - Aaliyah stopped and her face turned expressionless because Beau was questioning her again, so she turned her face back to the crowd for a moment. "It is, isn't it?" She replied on a cheery tone before meeting his gaze, smile returned and any trace of her former impassivity gone. "She should be in the gardens. A few of her associates arrived when I went upstairs and I heard her gushing about it, so they're probably still over there."