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Yael followed Bernadette out of the art exhibit, musing over their completely different demeanors. Bernadette had a serious air about her -- people saw her and cleared the way like soldiers for their king. Yael, on the other hand, carried with her a relaxed, confident swagger (she didn't want to seem arrogant, but hey, it's not like she would lie). Yael was the kind of person who stood out due to her polarizing magneticism; Bernadette seemed to stand firmly on the other side of the spectrum in terms of mien.
Is this how commoners felt in the presence of nobility? Yael joked to herself as she watched another old white man approach Bernadette. As she watched the two of them converse, Yael felt a flame light from within her. One day, I'll have people walking up to me like they do to Bernadette, and I'll do it all by myself.
Yael, despite not being inclined to traditional intellectual pursuits, was notably a top student (after all, she managed to get a full-tuition scholarship to Olympus University). However, when she made her decision to major in art, near everyone in her social circles were shocked. Yael constantly had people harping to her about how they assumed she would pursue a more lucrative and stable path -- like law like her sister had, or science like her brother had -- so she could get out of her "lower-middle class situation." Her family, especially, were unhappy with her decision. Yael's father yelled at her for wasting her opportunity and intelligence to pursue something that would never work out for her.
Yael understood him; truly, she did. A career in law was practically a surefire way for her to rise in the socioeconomic ladder -- Yasmin was proof of that. But Yael was hard-headed when it came to her pride; the constant remarks sent her way only strengthened her resolve. She was confident that she was skilled enough to succeed, even if it was against the odds.
An internship wouldn't hurt, Yael thought to herself as she followed Bernadette out the art exhibit and waited for the other woman to finish interacting with the valet. Maybe that will give me the boost that Bernadette's birthright had given her.
Yael whistled when Bernadette's car came into view, taken out of her thoughts by the clearly expensive luxury car. "Damn, that's sleek," she said, admiring the modern design. "Whoo, good taste, Bernadette.
"And yeah, I live on campus," Yael responded as she slid into the passenger seat, still absorbed by the design of the car. "It's too fucking expensive in New York. I'm not going to voluntarily throw myself in even more debt." Yael was one of the few students at Olympus who could relate to the typical, middle-class college student struggle.
"Where do you live? Is your home close enough for you to live with your parents?" Yael asked curiously, continuing the conversation. While she was very aware of who Alexandre Dubois was, Yael wasn't really a fangirl, and didn't know much about his or his family's personal life.
Is this how commoners felt in the presence of nobility? Yael joked to herself as she watched another old white man approach Bernadette. As she watched the two of them converse, Yael felt a flame light from within her. One day, I'll have people walking up to me like they do to Bernadette, and I'll do it all by myself.
Yael, despite not being inclined to traditional intellectual pursuits, was notably a top student (after all, she managed to get a full-tuition scholarship to Olympus University). However, when she made her decision to major in art, near everyone in her social circles were shocked. Yael constantly had people harping to her about how they assumed she would pursue a more lucrative and stable path -- like law like her sister had, or science like her brother had -- so she could get out of her "lower-middle class situation." Her family, especially, were unhappy with her decision. Yael's father yelled at her for wasting her opportunity and intelligence to pursue something that would never work out for her.
Yael understood him; truly, she did. A career in law was practically a surefire way for her to rise in the socioeconomic ladder -- Yasmin was proof of that. But Yael was hard-headed when it came to her pride; the constant remarks sent her way only strengthened her resolve. She was confident that she was skilled enough to succeed, even if it was against the odds.
An internship wouldn't hurt, Yael thought to herself as she followed Bernadette out the art exhibit and waited for the other woman to finish interacting with the valet. Maybe that will give me the boost that Bernadette's birthright had given her.
Yael whistled when Bernadette's car came into view, taken out of her thoughts by the clearly expensive luxury car. "Damn, that's sleek," she said, admiring the modern design. "Whoo, good taste, Bernadette.
"And yeah, I live on campus," Yael responded as she slid into the passenger seat, still absorbed by the design of the car. "It's too fucking expensive in New York. I'm not going to voluntarily throw myself in even more debt." Yael was one of the few students at Olympus who could relate to the typical, middle-class college student struggle.
"Where do you live? Is your home close enough for you to live with your parents?" Yael asked curiously, continuing the conversation. While she was very aware of who Alexandre Dubois was, Yael wasn't really a fangirl, and didn't know much about his or his family's personal life.