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Juliet Arnault

"I adore pretty things and witty words."

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a character in “The Secret Lives of Manhattan's Finest”, as played by BurningBridges

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Juliet Arnault


☽ "She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her." ☾
— Joyce Maynard, Labor Day


Doses & Mimosas || Cherub /|\ Wasted || Tiësto /|\ Skyscraper || Demi Lovato

Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Romee Strijd
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #B70058
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #FFBAD2




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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Juliet Amélie Arnault

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Julie and Jules are common nicknames among close friends and family.

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ✦
May 10th || ♉

✧Aɢᴇ✧
25

✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Female

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Straight || Single



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✧Hᴀɪʀ✧
She has blonde hair that falls to her chest lengthwise. It is natural and she has never dyed it.

✦Eʏᴇs✦
She has blue eyes.

✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
She has fair skin that's able to take on a glowing hue when she gets enough sun, but it's not really enough to constitute the label of actually getting "tan", despite what she likes to claim. Thankfully, her skin is usually blemish free (and with the amount of money she spends on skin products, one could only expect this), and she does not have any noteworthy scars or markings.

✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
5'9 || 120 lbs

✧Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✧
Her parents were both born to French families, but while her father's family is 100% French, her mother's family immigrated there from Amsterdam, making her blood 50% French and 50% Dutch.

✦In Depth✦
With blonde hair, blue eyes, a tall, slender body and a bright smile, Juliet fits the standard of commercialized beauty. She looks good when she walks down the Christian Dior or Louis Vuitton runway and she definitely has a face that's pretty enough to turn a lot of boys on. However, something that's very noticeable about her is that she's very skinny. While at one point, losing weight and being underweight was something that she prided herself in, she isn't on the pursuit of being sickly thin anymore. It's in her genes, really, so she'll probably never be overweight, but now that she is trying to become more comfortable with herself, she kind of wishes that she had a curvier figure. Having a flat ass and wearing a 32A bra means that she can fit into anything without worrying about popping a button, but it also leaves her (and sometimes bed mates) wanting more.


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XXXVibrant ✦ Sensitive ✧ Catty ✦ Social ✧ Emotional
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From an outside point of view, Juliet looks and acts like a girl who has it all. You can regularly catch her somewhere in New York's upperclass social scene, with a drink in hand and a smile on her face. She's energetic, fun and bubbly, and if you catch her with her friends, she usually seems like the most vibrant and happy person around. She enjoys being around people, talking, and just feeling alive, and definitely is not introverted. She thrives in social settings, but can do a fancy dinner party just as well as a night at the clubs. While she definitely isn't as composed and self-possessed as some of her friends, it's apparent by many of her mannerisms in public that Juliet knows how to act poised. She was raised in this upper class world, so that's really just a given. Unlike some of her peers, however, it's not exactly in her nature. She's very emotional, sometimes to a point of being unstably so, and she definitely is lacking when it comes to having a filter. She has a tendency to just say things, no matter how offensive or ignorant they are, sometimes out of pettiness, and sometimes actually out of sheer ignorance. Her personality definitely tends to be an impulsive one, where she lives in the moment and doesn't think about the consequences until they're actually happening to her... at which point she'll complain that her life is incredibly unfair.

Though she'll adamantly deny it, it is safe to say that to an extent, she is a bit immature. At least in the sense of not knowing (and never knowing) true responsibility. She knew from a young age that her parents would be able to provide for her for the rest of her life, so she never really tried to make something out of herself on her own. Part of it was due to her being a very poor student, and being discouraged enough by her bad grades to not want to try to get better. Even when she went to college though, she was really just doing it to be able to say she did. She didn't really take it seriously and had no plans on getting a job after graduating. And that was all good and well for a while, it really was. She was happy in her little bubble where the entire world revolved around her and she could get by with being nasty to people and then playing the victim card when it came back to bite her in the ass... Except now, she's not so happy there. She's not comfortable with just existing, and going to parties and having fun. She wants more, but her problem is that she doesn't know what that "more" is. She never found something that she was truly passionate about, and a lot of her wanting more is just because she's beginning to realize that all of her friends are growing up and moving on to mature things: jobs, families, relationships. And there she still is, seated in the VIP section of a club with a sugary cocktail. She's definitely on the path to growing up now more than she ever has been, and is growing more anxious and restless, and thinking things through in a way that she never has before. She wants more for her life... she just doesn't know how to get it.


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✦Lɪᴋᴇs✦
✧ Shopping ✧ ↣ Cliché, I know, but to Juliet, shopping is more than something she does to pass the time. It's a hobby, and even more than that, it's the best form of therapy that she's ever experienced. It helps when she has an unlimited amount of money to spend on things that she'll likely never wear or use, but she can literally spend hours inside of stores. If she's ever not in the mood to go shopping, you can assume that something is very, very wrong.

✧ Alcohol ✧ ↣ When it comes to alcohol, Juliet's motto might as well be "go big or go home". It's gotten a lot better since her teenage years but she definitely tends to go overboard on the drinking more than not. She can't help that she really, really likes the buzz that alcohol gives her, and especially when fruity drinks mask the bitter taste of alcohol, she doesn't think that she can be blamed for occasionally drinking more than her body can handle. Tequila, anyone?

✧ Yoga ✧ ↣ It began as a way to exercise that didn't result in her family bugging her for over exercising in an attempt to lose weight, and has grown to be one of her absolute favorite pastimes. She attends a yoga class daily and finds it to be a truly peaceful and serene hobby.

✧ Romance Movies ✧ ↣ Maybe it's ironic, considering that she's never been in a long term relationship, but she likes all of the sappy stuff she sees in movies. She likes the idea of falling head over heels for someone, or love at first sight, and maybe she is looking for her Prince Charming based on these movies' standards, but she also doesn't think that it is something that will ever happen to her. They're just fictitious movies, and while they're nice to lust over, she doesn't think that there are guys like that in real life.

✧ Cotton Candy ✧ ↣ It's pretty random and definitely surprising considering her old eating habits and her current desire to just be healthy, but it's her guilty pleasure. You don't need chocolates imported from Belgium or fresh Gelato from Italy to win this girl's heart, just some sugary, sticky cotton candy.


✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
◆ Pressure ✦ ↣ She's very indecisive when it comes to major decisions, and she hates outside pressure on top of the overthinking that she's already guaranteed to do. She definitely has a tendency to give into other people's pressure if she feels like they're making good points, even if she isn't sure that she actually agrees with them.

✦ Feeling out of control ✦ ↣ She likes it when things go her way, and having to feel like she's compromising or not getting exactly what she wanted doesn't sit well with her.

✦ Eating poorly ✦ ↣ Eating poorly for her consists of not only eating junk food, but eating too little, too. She's trying to be healthy and trying to focus on allowing her body to thrive, not starve it. She knows that when she eats processed food or doesn't feed herself enough she feels physically and mentally drained, so she really is trying to make an effort about putting good and substantial food into her body.

✦ Birds ✦ ↣ They just freak her out. The fact that there are so many damn pigeons in New York doesn't really help.

✦ Beer ✦ ↣ She'd much rather have a fruity cocktail, a glass of wine, or even just straight liquor if we're being real.


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✧Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs✧
✦ Socializing ✦ ↣ As long as she doesn't dislike someone, Juliet will be outgoing and good about trying to make conversation with people that she doesn't know. She enjoys partying just as much as she enjoys dinner parties, so she has a knack for knowing when to calm down her party girl demeanor and replace it with something more sophisticated.

✦ Yoga, Ballet ✦ ↣ She's not about to star in the next production of The Nutcracker, but Juliet has been practicing ballet since she was a child and is a good dancer. She has stopped pursuing it seriously now, but still participates in some classes. In addition to that, she's poured a lot of energy into yoga and really enjoys it.

✦ Getting her way ✦ ↣ Though she isn't necessarily thoughtful enough to be labeled manipulative, Juliet does seem to be good at getting her way. Maybe it just seems like this because she tends to live by the "my way or the high way" motto. If she doesn't get her way, she's not going to participate in whatever is going on, so depending on who she is dealing with, they might just succumb to her requests in order to avoid the drama.

✦ Speaking French ✦ ↣ She doesn't think of it as a talent, but she is fluent in French. It's all her parents spoke at home growing up, so she's as fluent in it as she is in English.


✦Fʟᴀᴡs✦
✧ Lacks drive and direction ✧ ↣ She never really constructed a plan for her life and that lack of direction is evident in more specific areas of her life too. She has always just went with the flow of things, making choices when they came up and not planning ahead, but sometimes, planning ahead is necessary and she's beginning to see why now.

✧ Cannot drive ✧ ↣ She has her license, but let's just say that you do not want to be on the road when Juliet is driving.

✧ Lacks a filter ✧ ↣ This ties in with how emotional she can be, but it has to do with impulsiveness as well. She lets her emotions get the best of her very frequently and often says things that are ignorant, if not downright insulting, without really thinking it through first. Simply put, she's not the best person to trust with your deepest, darkest secrets.

✧ Always late ✧ ↣ It doesn't matter if it's a doctor's appointment or meeting friends for lunch -- Juliet will somehow manage to show up late. She loses track of time fairly quickly and also, just tends to disregard the fact that it's rude to leave people waiting on her.


✧Secrets✧
✦ Mental Illness ✦ ↣ It's not something that she really struggles with anymore, but during her teenage years, Juliet was diagnosed with major depression and an eating disorder, EDNOS. She did a very good job at hiding it from most of the people she was close with, so only a select few people outside of her family about her past with this. She spent two months in a treatment center for this when it became apparent that the help she was getting in New York was not doing her any good, and to this day, she still sees a psychiatrist on a weekly basis. At one point, she was taking antidepressants and anxiety medication, but right now, she's only being prescribed Adderall.

✦ Drugs ✦ ↣ She honestly doesn't use any street drugs, but that Adderall that she's being prescribed now? Yeah, she got started on that through Gabe, and was originally taking the pills through him, and not through her own prescription. She doesn't have the ADHD problems that she claims to have to get the drug from her psychiatrist now, but she knows that it's safer to get it from her own doctor than through some illegal transaction with Gabriel. One might wonder why she wants the drug when she doesn't have the problem it is intended to help, and that's because one of its side effects is weight loss. She doesn't consider herself to really be sick with an eating disorder anymore, but a little bit of chemical assistance to help keep extra weight off never hurt anyone, right?

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✧Dʀᴇᴀᴍs✧
✦ Figure out what her passion is ✦ ↣ The socialite life was fun for a while, and it still gets Juliet by, but she's beginning to want more. All of her friends are adults now and she feels like she's still stuck in that twenty-one-year-old mentality where her only worries are whether she'll black out that night and make a fool of herself, or which filter makes her look the best for her latest Instagram post. Even if it's not something that's relevant to a career, Juliet wants, and needs, to find what she's good at and what makes her feel alive.

✦ Have children ✦ ↣ Although she doesn't know with who, Juliet does want to have children. Right now, she wouldn't consider herself to be maternal in nature or even a fan of children, but the idea of having her own babies to nurture (and dress up!) is definitely appealing to her. She doesn't want to start a family today, but down the road, having children is most definitely something she plans on accomplishing.

✦ Get her own apartment ✦ ↣ This is a short term goal for her. Right now, she basically does have her own apartment. She technically shares it with her sister, but Delphine is either in France or staying with her boyfriend 50% of the time, so Juliet doesn't have to deal with her very often. The fact that their father pays for the apartment, and that it's in such a nice area makes it hard to want to leave, but she also just feels like having something to call her own will make her feel more independent... even if she's still not the one paying for it.

✦ Visit Australia ✦ ↣ It's one of the things on her bucket list, since she's never been there before. If she didn't hate such long plane rides, she probably already would have checked it off of the list, but now she's in a mood where she's ready to deal with the horror of sitting on a private jet for a little longer than she would want if it means that she can see the continent.

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✦Fᴇᴀʀs✦
✧ Never contributing to society ✧ ↣ She doesn't want to be sixty years old, living alone, with no stories to tell anyone aside from how she attended more fancy dinner parties than she could count in her twenties. She doesn't expect to find the cure for cancer, but doing something to contribute to something, to make a name for herself (even if it's just in a tiny way), would leave her feeling satisfied. Right now, she just feels like she's missing something in her life.

✧ Heights ✧ ↣ It's not an extreme fear, to the point where she can't fly or walk up a flight of stairs, but the feeling or thought of possibly falling to her death really freaks her out.

✧ Never finding "the one" ✧ ↣ While she has never seemed to be in a hurry to settle down, she's beginning to want something real in terms of a relationship, and it definitely scares her that she's running out of time, and all of the good guys are being stolen away from her. The fact that her mother keeps insisting that her eggs will only be good for a few more years (exaggerating), and that no man will want to marry an infertile girl, doesn't help.

✧ Losing her phone ✧ ↣ Yeah, she's one of those people who would probably jump into the middle of a New York intersection if her phone fell into the street. It's not like she doesn't have the money to very easily purchase a new one, but it's somehow become her most prized possession. The fact that she has it within arm's reach 24/7 doesn't help.

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Bernard Jean Étienne Arnault✧ ↣ Father ↣ Living (66 years old)
Hélène Mercier✦ ↣ Mother ↣ Living (48 years old)
Delphine Arnault✧ ↣ Half-Sister ↣ Living (40 years old)
Antoine Arnault✦ ↣ Half-Brother ↣ Living (38 years old)


✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
Juliet was born to Bernard Arnault and Hélène Mercier-Arnault. Bernard is a French business magnate, investor, philanthropist and art collector, with his primary role consisting of acting as chairman and Chief Executive Officer of LVMH. LMVH is a French multinational luxury goods conglomerate which owns many major labels in areas such as wines and spirits, watches and jewelry, perfumes and cosmetics, fashion and leather goods and specialist retailing. Céline, Dior, Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, Bulgari, Sephora, Belvedere and Hennessy are just a few of the many brands that his company owns. To put it simply, Bernard is an extremely successful businessman who has created a vast fortune for his family. Defying Juliet's desires, that "family" consists of more than just her, her mother and father. In a previous marriage, Bernard produced two other children: Delphine and Antoine. In her father's eyes, both are the definition of perfection and are already making strides in the family business. The marriage that the two of them stemmed from ended abruptly, all thanks to Juliet's mother, Hélène. Working as a concert pianist and coming from a wealthy family herself, Hélène would have been fine on her own, but her own money never compared to Bernard's. She definitely saw dollar signs when she met him but shockingly (in her own words), she fell for the man and was happily married to him for eighteen years. Her parents divorced when she was seventeen, during her senior year of high school, and while it was upsetting, what bothered Juliet more was the selfish aspect of it. She didn't care so much that her parents no longer loved each other, because she had watched the love between them fade five years ago when Bernard was caught in an affair with one of her friend's mothers. What she cared about, was typical to Juliet's character, and that was herself.

The entitlement and selfish nature that she still holds today can definitely be, at least partially, attributed to her upbringing, because she was undeniably spoiled as a child. Although she had siblings, they lived in France with their mother, while Juliet lived with her mother and father in New York (although it felt like her father didn't live with him, with how frequently he was in his home country, France). She was essentially raised as an only child, and therefore, received all of her parents' spare attention and money. Mostly, the attention came in the form of material things, and though she treasured it as a child, it definitely played a role in her being a emotional, and arguably unstable, girl. She learned that if things didn't go her way, all she had to do was call her father and sob to him about it for five minutes, and from across the world, he would fix it for her. She could get out of a school detention for her uniform's skirt being tailored a bit too short by making a scene and having her parents contact the school, and she could get the handbag she had been fawning over if she threatened to kill herself if her parents said no. Call it dramatic, unnecessary, spoiled and crazy, and you'd be right, but the method always worked for her, so it became more than just a habit, and actually a part of her character. Because of this, much of Juliet's life was fairly easy. She faced no real struggles and though she would tell you that the world is out to get her, she's just dramatic and emotional, and unequipped to deal with real turmoil.

After graduating The Spence School in New York City, Juliet spent four years in California at University of San Diego, getting her bachelor's degree in communication studies. University of San Diego was a good school, but it was no Ivy League school. While her father was bothered by this at first, he knew that it wouldn't have been worth it to shell out the dough, under the table, to get her into a more prestigious school when everyone know that academics wasn't Juliet's strong suit. So, he allowed her to attended the school of her choice, and paid the tuition even when it was apparent that she was more invested in the school's Greek life and beach scene than the academics. Shockingly to some, she did manage to get her degree and returned to New York with it when she was twenty two. While most people in her position would be investing their time in job searching and trying to plan for their futures, Juliet was not. It was the last thing on her mind, really. She felt like she needed to give herself a break after (just barely) getting her degree, and she invested herself in the socialite lifestyle. Dinner parties, club scenes and elite events became her happy places, and as it became clear to her parents that she wasn't going to follow in her half-siblings footsteps and jump on board with the business side of her father's company, he decided to put her to use elsewhere, and "encouraged" her to walk in his brands' runway shows. It started a modelling career for her, that in her mind, isn't really a career. It's something that she does for fun. If she doesn't want to do a show, she doesn't do it. Having one of the most influential men in fashion as your father means that you can get away with being unprofessional, and since Juliet doesn't actually want this to be her career, she treats it as an optional hobby. She currently resides in a penthouse home in the Plaza Hotel with her sister.



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✧Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ✧

New Romantics | Taylor Swift
We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything
We wait for trains that just aren't coming
We show off our different scarlet letters—
Trust me, mine is better

We're so young but we're on the road to ruin
We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing
We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom
Honey, life is just a classroom

'Cause, baby, I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day is like a battle
But every night with us is like a dream

Baby, we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heart break is the national anthem
We sing it proudly
We're too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet
Baby, we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free

We're all here, the lights and noise are blinding
We hang back, it's all in the timing
It's poker, he can't see it in my face
But I'm about to play my Ace

We need love, but all we want is danger
We team up then switch sides like a record changer
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But, honey, most of them are true

'Cause, baby, I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day is like a battle
But every night with us is like a dream

Baby, we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heart break is the national anthem
We sing it proudly
We are too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet
Baby, we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free

So come on, come along with me
The best people in life are free

Please take my hand and
Please take me dancing and
Please leave me stranded,
It's so romantic

'Cause, baby, I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day is like a battle
But every night with us is like a dream

'Cause, baby, I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day is like a battle
But every night with us is like a dream

Baby, we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heart break is the national anthem
We sing it proudly
We are too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet
Baby, we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free



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Character Sheet By : The Toxic Cereus
Inspired By : AmeliaIsGhostly
Filled Out By : BurningBridges

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Gossip Girl here and as we all sadly know, it is the end of the summer. I know, I know - heartbreaking, right? Back to longer days and nights in the office, homework and let's not even forget the copious amounts of hot coffee and tea we're all going to be sipping on once winter takes a bite out of our asses. But, if you're any of our fine citizens of the Upper East Side, you're probably not worried about such things. In fact, if you are anyone, you would be in The Hamptons where the Shanks are hosting their infamous annual White Party on the lawn of their gorgeous estate. And if you're not, well...then I'll sip on those scrumptious strawberry mimosas and partake in a few macaroons in your honor.

At about thirty minutes past two in the afternoon, every filthy rich Upper East Sider makes their way to one of the most beautifully appointed mansions in Southhampton, about fifteen minutes from the beach when driving. Either way you put it, you know it's going to be breathtaking. And while everyone else is decked in the appropriate white attire for the obviously over-priced event, you all already know that I'm going to be there too. Watching...waiting...and in utter impatience for the delicious events that are sure to unfold. XOXO, Gossip Girl.





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"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

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Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
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"Don't see the big deal, sis," Marcel said into the phone and Aaliyah shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and having to ignore the way her Isabel Marant cuff clanked against the device she held up against her ear. She could already feel a headache coming on and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. The majority of the guests had arrived earlier with a few stragglers coming and going. Under normal circumstances, like when someone else was hosting an event at a gallery or even one that wasn't even important, Aaliyah barely even thought to text either of her siblings to see where they were. If she saw them, she saw them. If she did not, then that was the story and that was fine. However, this was an event their mother was throwing. Meaning, everyone was going to hear Debby's mouth until all of her family members were present. And by everyone, Aaliyah typically meant herself. "Can't you just magically convince her to let it go or something? You're good at that." Aaliyah bristled. It was a good thing she was in her bedroom and not anywhere downstairs where anyone could see her current facial expression.

"Hell no! This is not a box of Lucky Charms, but you better magically teleport yourself here or so help me God, I will magically shove my foot up your ass, Marcel." She hissed into her cell phone. She could hear her brother's eye roll through the phone. "I don't care if you have to convince your flavor of the month that you'd rather dip her in the chocolate fountain on front, be here. Now." She refused to encourage any more of his excuses by ending the call, letting out a frustrated sigh before trying to relax herself enough to return to the guests. This was not even her own event and she was already stressing. Aaliyah had changed her outfit twice before deciding on her Halston Heritage jumpsuit because Debby had made face after face when she saw her daughters' choices. She had had to leave Beau's side when Shailene pulled her aside to say that Debby was furious that Marcel wanted to bail on them for some girl he stole away to California. And suddenly, Aaliyah had to be the one to resolve the issue since Debby couldn't just call her son. Aaliyah shook her head quickly to dispel the negativity, though she could still feel herself brimming with aggravation when she rose from her perch on her childhood bed.

Before heading out, she stopped to check her reflection, styling her hair back into the messy bun from earlier in the morning so that her Jennifer Fisher earrings could be seen better. Sliding her cell back into her Louboutin clutch, she gave herself one more final glance over before heading out, ignoring the servant who asked if everything was alright. No, everything was not alright, but she was here, wasn't she? Wasn't that enough of a reason to not ask that dumb ass question? By the time Aaliyah was back on the first floor, a cordial smile was painted back on her face. In passing, she nodded to a few guests, the sound of her Miu Miu sandals echoing when she reached the outside portico. The spacious lawn of her family's estate was filled with white tables and a sea of white-attired bodies, the flashes of green from the lush grass peeking out amidst the stark color all of the guests wore. Some sported bikinis and swimsuits, others more elegant apparel. It was the one time of the year, other than if someone did a special event, that she had to deal with such an onslaught of the color, and Aaliyah was already annoyed despite the tasteful elegance of the event. The White Party was the one event Debby did not allow any other member of the family to host, which was why it was a big deal that Marcel was not present. No one missed their own mother's party, especially not because they were chasing tail as if they hadn't had a different one three weeks ago.

Her eyes roved over the crowd and she saw a few notable faces, though none of them being the main one she was looking for. A few of her followers nodded in her direction and she only offered a longer gaze before glancing around before she saw a familiar blonde head. Without hesitation, Aaliyah made her way over to Juliet, exhaling loudly when she reached her and looping her arm with the heiress. "Girl, tell me why Marcel's trying to get me killed and I'm not even the one who didn't show up," she immediately complained to the blonde, accepting a cranberry mimosa when it was offered from an approaching server.



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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan

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Aaliyah was clearly a mirror image of her mother, in terms of being able to throw a flawless event. It wasn't like Juliet had not attended this party countless times in the past years, but every time that she showed up at the annual white party, she was impressed at Debby's party planning skills. Everything was perfect, and no one would expect anything less of the a Shanks. Juliet had very reluctantly come with her mother and her "boyfriend", who happened to be Teegan's father. She would deny it being as completely immature as it was, but Juliet disliked the man for a few reasons, but mostly because of who his daughter was. Ask Juliet why she disliked Teegan so much, and she really wouldn't be able to give you a solid answer. One minute she would reason that she was a horrible singer who was destined to be a one hit wonder, and the next, because she was a jealous slut. Really, though, was it her fault that Teegan's ex-boyfriend was obsessed with her? It was Juliet who had slept with him first, so if anyone had a right to be petty, shouldn't it have been her? At this point, she would just scoff and tell you that the slut wasn't worth her time, but at the same time, wouldn't mind tossing a few jabs in before and after telling you that she wasn't going to waste her precious time talking about her. Understandably, though, Teegan's father was the last person that she wanted her mother to be dating, and the fact that it meant that she had to occasionally spend time with Teegan was a big reason for it.

When Aaliyah had found her, Juliet had been (barely) involved in a conversation with some acquaintances. She didn't find the guy talking to be half as amusing as he thought himself to be, so when she spotted her friend headed towards her, she easily separated herself from the group. "You're always stressing about something, Leah! This is like, the official last party of the summer and I refuse to let you spend the afternoon stressed about something you can't even control!" It was probably easier for Juliet to say and think than it was for Aaliyah, though. She was aware of how strict Leah's mother was, or at least, strict was what it seemed like to Juliet. Even if that was true, it was still hard for her to grasp that maybe it was possible that Aaliyah strove for greatness not because she was forced to by her parents, but because she actually wanted, personally, to achieve those things. She knew that Aaliyah was a perfectionist (that kind of went without saying), but she felt like some of her need to want to be the best had to come because her parents had sky high expectations for her. Luckily for Juliet, she didn't have to worry about that. Or so it had seemed lucky for a while. Now, there were times when she almost wished that her parents had pushed her into something. Be it a sport, or a musical interest, or academics, or some other hobby, she wished that she was really good at something. Something with the potential for a future, and something with the potential to support herself. Modeling was fun and it did make her money, but it wasn't something that she took seriously. It was hard to, when like everything else in her like, if her father hadn't had connections in the industry, she never would have gotten involved in it. Whether she really wanted it or not, Juliet was at a point in her life where she needed something that was her own. Not a job where she could never be fired because her dad wrote everyone's check. Not even having a vague idea of what she wanted to do with her life made that difficult, and maybe a bit ironically, knowing that she was set for life to an extent where she didn't have to do anything made it more difficult too.

She sipped the lemon water in her hand, tempted to grab a mimosa when Aaliyah took one from a passing server. It was unusual, if not absurd, to see Juliet turn down a drink, but she was still nursing a hangover from the night before, and her morning filled with yoga and Erin's never ending chatter had not done her aching head any good. She would certainly pick up an alcoholic beverage within the next few minutes, but she was hoping her Advil would kick in first. If not, she would treat the ailment with alcohol. Looking around, she picked Erin out, only a few yards away. What brought a smile to her face, brought it away just as quickly, when she noticed the girl standing beside her. "Oh my God, why did you let your mom invite her family?" She said, referring to Brynn. In typical Juliet filter-less fashion, her followup question was no better, being, "Where's Beau?"

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Gabriel Read Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley Character Portrait: Edward Aryn

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TEEGAN HANSLEY
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Location The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate




Teegan stared at her ceiling. Her body unmoving and her breathing labored. In a few moments she needs to start getting ready for The Shanks party. She had gotten an invitation. At first she thought it was to be entertainment, but it seems like they honestly want her to attend. Teegan eagerly accepted the invitation and almost instantly regretted it. She figured out who was invited and has been trying to find ways to get out of it. But its hard to get out of a very important party. This is a career move for her. Despite all the people that would be there. Juliet being one of them. A scowl came to her lips at the thought of the pretentious blonde. A spoiled princess who never did anything on her own. Despite all the money she has, Teegan work ten times harder and earned way more. Just the idea of seeing the bitch was making it hard for her to want to attend. Turning her head to the left she saw her producer putting his clothes back on. "You can't be late for this party Teegan." he mumbled to her.

She rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket over her face. He sounded like her father. Her father had not failed to text her hours early to say that he was attending the party with his new 'girlfriend'. His new girlfriend was the bitch's mother of course. Which only added to the hatred she held for the blonde. "I know. I know. You sound like a broken record, Michael." She exclaimed, her voice muffled by the covers. "I have to repeat myself when you don't seem to be listening. Get out of bed." Michael turned around and yanked blankets from her hands. He exposed half of her naked body to the cold air. Getting dressed was the last thing on her mind right now. Especially with her producer's eyes roaming her body. "I can't get dressed with you staring at me." Teegan wrapped her arms around her own body. "Besides. Don't you need to get back to Mrs. Lyles." she teased. They were both attending the party. Michael nodded and grabbed his shirt from the left side of her bed. Quickly leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips, her grabbed the rest of his things he headed out of her bedroom. "Get dressed Hansley." he said right before he shut the front door.

Her chocolate hued eyes glanced at the clock. She had and hour and half to get dressed and get to the party. A sigh escaped her and she finally pushed herself off of the bed. She dashed into the bathroom and started cleaning herself up. She smelled like sex and rum initially and now she smelled like tranquility and grapefruit. A towel wrapped around her waist and she did her hair and makeup. Making sure each eyebrow was even, she determined her makeup was good enough. She put on her matching bra and underwear set and then squeezed herself into the white dress. Gripping the sides of her dress, she pulled up the bottom and walked towards her silver heels. The strap was secure and then she stood before a body mirror. She looked decent for pulling this together in about forty-five minutes. She smiled proudly at herself and then she grabbed her phone. Teegan phoned for her driver.

Within twenty minutes she arrived at the estate. Many people had already arrived. There was really one person that she was looking for. She was honestly hoping that the blonde bimbo would not be with her father. Finally she spotted him with his girlfriend. Juliet was just a couple steps away talking to the hosts daughter. Teegan grabbed a glass of champagne on her way towards her father. She smiled brightly at him. "Hi daddy." she said. Her father leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Hello Teegan. You looked lovely." he responded. Her smile brightened. Teegan smiled politely at his girlfriend, but did not say anything to her. Just an older version of the spoiled brat. "I have to mingle. Michael said. I will talk to you later." she assured her father.

The singer songwriter, sipping her champagne enjoy the aesthetic of the party. She talked to be people that she did know and people that she did not know. She was very polite. And she was actually happy not to have run into Gabriel yet. He does not seem to be here yet. Teegan did not want to watch him follow around Juliet like some love sick puppy. Not when she would rather he follow her around. And Edward has yet to be found. Another relief. She did not want to deal with someone she was using as rebound. At least not right now. Maybe later tonight. After a couple more glasses of champagne.

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman

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Beau lingered through the halls of large Hampton estate owned by the Shanks. His left hand tucked deep in his pant pocket while his right hand held loosely to a short glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sipped with every few steps, wishing to be anywhere other than this party. Beau didn’t mind being with his fiancée’s family, he just wouldn’t consider this much of a party without a good DJ, a line of coke, and strobing lights. He let out an exasperate sigh and continued his walk through the house, taking the halls that would lead him outside to where everyone else would be. In his mind, Aaliyah’s voice played like a broken record. “Please watch your intake today. We don’t want a repeat of last year. Just…don’t get too boozy too early.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. I can handle my liquor, woman. Beau thought to himself – of course, he would never utter those words to Leah – he knew better than to speak to her like that. Beau took a sip again of his whiskey. He stood now in the doorway, leading outdoors. He looked on as the guests mingled, smiled, and laughed with each other as though they were all great friends. They’re all bloody fakes, Beau thought. None of these people even like each other. All just putting on a show for each other. With yet another exasperated sigh, Beau stepped down from the doorway and outside where the party actually was. He smiled and nodded towards people who noticed and acknowledged him. With every few steps he’d throw out a ‘Hello’ or a ‘Mr.____, how’s the business?’ or a ‘You look wonderful.’ Beau had made this event just as much his as it was the Shanks’. Since he was running for office, he knew the mingling he’d do today would certainly help him in his election. He walked around to every big name he knew, sweet talking them into believing he was the best candidate, that he was a great person, convincing them that he had nothing to hide and they had everything to gain from him.

Lies spewed out of Beau’s mouth, and before not too long, he grew tired of keeping up the façade. Beau had his drink reordered twice. His third whiskey drink touched his lips and a soft buzz rang in Beau’s mind. After mingling with several people, he found Leah across the backyard talking to Juliet. He graciously excused himself from current conversations and began his walk across the yard to her. As he walked across the lawn, he could see his friend and distant memory of more standing with Erin. Beau smiled, winked and raised his glass in welcome to Brynn. He didn’t stop to talk to her, but rather kept walking until he reached Leah. He politely interrupted her conversation, wrapped an arm around Leah’s waist and kissed her cheek. “Love, all right?” Beau’s English accent reigning heavily on every word he spoke. The English never really used the American phrase ‘how are you’ but rather asked if everything was alright, it was their way of greeting others. He then turned his attention to her friend, "Juliet. All right?" he said to her with a smile. He turned to speak to Leah as he sipped on his drink. "Posh party love, where's mum? She's thrown a lovely gathering." Beau hated being here, but he wasn't going to let Leah know that.

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"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

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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."

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman

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There was little time for Juliet to respond to Aaliyah, with anything more than a surprised laugh at her comment, before the topic of their conversation appeared. It was hard for her to like Beau after she found out that he had been unfaithful towards Aaliyah. She, of course, was biased, because Aayliah was her best friend, but she thought Beau was a jerk. One who had grown too cocky, crossed a line, and needed a reality check. She had never been extraordinarily close to Beau, but in the beginning of Aaliyah's relationship with him, Juliet had supported it. Beau was an attractive guy, had an accent that could woo any girl, and seemed fun to be around. Back then, she couldn't have produced a reason for why Aaliyah shouldn't date him, but now, she could come up with an infinite amount of them. However, it was easy for Juliet to insist that her friend needed to leave him immediately because she had never been in a real, long term relationship herself. She didn't really know what it was like to fully invest yourself in someone, and how life-altering and traumatic it could be to go from being engaged to someone, to never speaking to them again. Maybe it was because she saw Aaliyah as being such a strong female though, that she thought it was necessary, or just to be expected, too. She had just never thought of Aaliyah as the kind of girl who would allow someone to cheat on her, and still remain in a relationship with them. Had Juliet known Leah's little secret, about her vengeful affair too, maybe all of this would have been more understandable. For now, though, Beau had been crossed off her good list, and she still felt like he needed to be cut out of Leah's life, no matter how reassuring she tried to act, about having it under control.

"Mhmm," she hummed in response to his question, a forced smile upon her face as she looked from Aaliyah, to Beau, and then to his glass, and down to her own. Her plan to drink water for a while was a short lived one because now, she was ready to scout out the next waiter for an alcoholic beverage. Preferably one with a very high percent of alcohol content. Erin was still standing with Brynn which meant that she couldn't scurry over to the other blonde, who was always good about entertaining Juliet whenever she needed someone to talk to. Brynn was even worse than Beau was, in her opinion. They had both committed the same offense, and Beau's technically should have been seen in a worse light, since he was the one who owed Leah his loyalty, but Leah still liked Beau (for some reason that was not understood by Juliet), so she would deal with him. Brynn, on the other hand, was so much easier to pin as the main enemy for the entire affair, so it was easy to look at her with a disgusted scowl every time she came into her line of vision. Why Erin chose to share an apartment with that girl, who was probably a host to a million STDs, was a question that still perplexed Juliet. If she truly thought of Erin as a best friend, she would have just extended an invite for her to move into her apartment, just to get her away from that filth, but Juliet didn't care that much. She liked Erin because she felt like she was similar to her, at least in terms of their upbringing and childhood, but they weren't incredibly close. Maybe ten years ago, but not now. "Well, let me leave you two... lovebirds... be," she said, purposely not even attempting to hide her discomfort at the "lovebirds" title, or the way her nose just slightly scrunched in distaste as she said it. Juliet had never been great at hiding her feelings or thoughts, no matter how inappropriate or unwelcoming they could be in the moment. "There is a mimosa calling my name... somewhere over there," she continued, taking a step away before turning back with a playful grin to say, "Don't miss me too much," to Aaliyah (and Aaliyah only), blowing her a kiss, and continuing off. She wanted to hang out with her girl, but not with Beau there. Maybe that was one more reason to add to the book for why she didn't like Beau. Having a best friend who was engaged, or even when it had only just been a serious relationship, meant less girl time. Girl's nights outs were swapped for date nights, and though Aaliyah was usually more responsible than she, Juliet still liked to be dramatic and act like she had lost a significant partner for getting nearly-blackout drunk while out "scouting" for cute guys at clubs. Beau was annoying an unnecessary, and if he wasn't the Prince Charming he had been when they had first met him, why was he still here?

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Gabriel Read Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman Character Portrait: Edward Aryn

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Tension sat in the air as Beau stood with Leah and Juliet. It was as though Satan himself stood behind Beau, lightly blowing cold air on the nape of his neck. The discomfort wasn’t something that Beau wasn’t used to by now. Girls talk, Beau was aware of that. He was even more aware that Leah knew of his past mistakes, long before he ever admitted them, and had let Juliet know of the disgusting antics Beau was up to in his free time. Beau also knew that once his secret was out to the Leah’s closest friend, he’d no longer be the charming young lad from England he used to be. No. Now he’s the rubbish that Leah should get rid of but keeps around for someone’s sake. Whatever. To Beau it was all the same. He couldn’t care less what her friends thought of him as long as they all kept their mouths shut about his business and let him go on his merry way. Essentially, what Leah was currently doing about the situation. After all, it seemed to work for the both of them. As Juliet left their side, Beau rolled his eyes to her abrasive valediction. Beau turned his head to a departing Juliet and spit his out farewell at her, “Cheerio, love.” Beau’s eyes may have well rolled back into his head with the attitude that came out with the short sentence. There was no kindness left between Juliet and Beau as there once had been. It only bothered Beau when she acted as childish as she did. Otherwise, it meant nothing to him.

Beau’s eyes floated around the vicinity. ”Love, tell me something. Will she ever pull her head from her arse?” Beau’s lips touched his glass but shortly realized he had been running on empty again. He signaled for another and set his empty glass down on a passing waiter’s tray. Beau’s eyes didn’t mean Leah’s as he already knew she was probably making a face or was getting ready to comment about his intake. How many was that? She’d ask and Beau would have to tell her to cool it before telling her he was quickly moving onto his third or fourth drink. ”I’m going to mingle, babe. I’m sure there’s someone here who’s ass I can kiss to put me at the top of the ballot. I’ll catch you in a bit.” Beau kissed Leah quickly and moved. As he moved through the yard, he passed Juliet. He stood by her for a short second while he waited for the waiter to meet him with his drink. “Get your nose out of my business now, eh?” Beau spoke with a false smile slathered to his lips as though cameras were constantly watching his every move, waiting for him to mess up. “My life’s got nothing to do with you so move along, ight?” Beau smiled and nodded to passing guests, took the drink that was being presented to him by a server and without giving Juliet enough time to make a departing comment, walked off.

Sipping on his drink in between steps, Beau went to the one place he probably shouldn’t have. He saw Brynn and Erin from a distance and he was getting tired of the snobby, posh people his mother-in-law to-be had invited. A light stroll with his hand in his pocket sent him straight into Brynn’s arms. “Ladies,” he said with a smile on his face as he double kissed both of their cheeks. “I hope you’re enjoying this party as much as I am?” He said jokingly, raising his glass to them with a light chuckle. Beau’s eyes fell on the rest of the party. From a distance, he could see Leah, Juliet and a few guys, one of which was Edward, which Beau was not particularly fond of and the other was Gabe. He scowled at the back of their heads before turning back to Erin and Brynn. He noticed Brynn’s hand held onto a lemonade and his eyebrow raised. “B, dear, that’s no way to get through one of these shit-fests. You need one of these.” He said pointing to his drink in hand. Beau turned to a waiter, raising his hand to get their attention.

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Gabriel Read Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Erin Brennan

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The blonde was tired of mingling. The smile was starting to hurt her cheeks. The champagne did not have a high enough alcohol concentration for her and to tie all this together she had spotted her ex. Teegan did not stare at Gabriel for long, in fact she made it a point to stay away from him. Though she would never admit this out loud, she still loved him. She would do just about anything for him. And it completely destroyed her when they broke up because the stupid spoiled bitch that she might have to soon call a step sister. Just that idea forced, Teegs to down the contents in the glass and grab another one.

She had seen Brynn and Erin over the way, conversing. She would make a point to talk to them before the night was up. But Michael, her producer, wanted her to use this party as a career booster. Casually drinking with friends was not a part of the plan. She took a sip of champagne. She needed to calm her nerves. More than anything she wanted to go home and become best friends with her Jack Daniels. It was better than this. Better than playing pretend. She would not be able to keep up this perfect image for long. Her phone buzzed and she glanced at the message sender. It was Gabriel. Rarely, does he send messages to her. Usually Teegan sends then when she is highly intoxicated. She read the message, not being able to stop the small smile that crept across her face. More than anything she wanted to respond in a way that would get him to take her home. But she was not drunk enough. And she is supposed to be over him

To: Gabriel
Thank you. You look quite handsome

That was safe. This party was going to be the death of her. "Teegan." She turned to her father's voice. Mrs. Arnault was linked to his arm, so the blonde smiled as politely as she could. "Could you find Juliet so we can all take a picture together." The smiled died. Teegan's main plan for tonight was to stay away from her. Every time they were together, they were arguing about something. "No." she said simply. Her father was not taking that as an answer. "Go find her. Now." It was as if Teegan was a child. Reluctantly agreeing, she went on the hunt for a skinny blonde bitch. It should not be hard to find a spoiled princess in the crowd. There were only two at this party. Aaliyah and Juliet.

After finishing another glass of champagne, she found Juliet. "Save the glare. Our parents want a picture." she said, not even attempting to pretend that she likes her. "The quicker we take this picture, the sooner we no longer have to see each other." She assured the blonde. Teegan waited for some arguing followed by some form of agreement. They needed to take this picture or their parents would just come and get them to do it later. She glanced over at Brynn and Erin for a moment before deciding to text them.

To: Erin, Brynn
I will need to be rescued soon

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Teegan Hansley

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『Juliet Arnault』 & 『Teegan Hansley』
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Who the fuck does he think he is?! Juliet could not even comprehend that Beau had actually had the audacity to come at her like that. She had thought that she was being unnecessarily polite by even entertaining his presence minutes before. Did he not realize that she knew that he was a cheating pig, who had hurt her best friend? Did he think that his actions were somehow not severe enough to be cut out of Aaliyah's life completely, and kicked out of the Upper East Side's exclusive circle? He had gotten incredibly lucky that he had brainwashed Aaliyah enough before cheating on her, that she decided to give him another chance after the atrocity he committed with Brynn, so apparently, that had went to his head. He really thought that it was "his" business, and though in reality, it was, Juliet didn't see it that way. In her mind, he had basically committed a crime against humanity, and she was protective (and equally self-absorbed and dramatic) enough to act as if she had as much of a right as Aaliyah to hate him. Between her feeling like his act of infidelity as a personal attack on her, and then him coming at her when she felt like she hadn't even done anything wrong moment before, it was safe to say that she was sure that Aaliyah would come to her senses and call the wedding off when she relayed this encounter back to her best friend. She would be all talk in a few minutes, but Beau had caught her mid-sip of her mimosa, and had left her in a moment of shock before she could conjure a cutting response to spit back at him.

Him leaving before she had a chance to combat his criticism left her feeling even more heated, enough so that she paused sipping her mimosa and instead, spun around as he headed off, and stormed off to search for Aaliyah. Her luck led her to not only not find Leah where she had left her minutes before, but to have her pursuit interrupted by none other than Teegan, who was one of the last people she wanted to see in that moment, or ever. "Funny joke. I would rather be murdered than be photographed with you," Juliet responded quickly, a roll of her eyes indicating how silly she thought it was that Teegan would even think she would consider such a request. It wasn't surprising that their parents, and her mother in particular, were probably pushing for it, but Juliet wasn't going to consider such a request at this time. Not when she needed to find Aaliyah, and more so, not when Teegan and her father were definitely not family to her. In her mind, it made sense that Teegan was probably dying to join her family, because for one, Juliet had a high opinion on herself, and two, Teegan's own mother had passed away, and Juliet thought this somehow meant she was searching for a replacement. Juliet had her own father, and her own sister. Why would she take on another pair, especially when she felt them to be of a lower class than her?

Teegan did not have time for the princess to be rebellious. Their parents wanted a picture and she just wanted to get it out of the way. Having to deal with Juliet's attitude was not part of the plan. In fact it was up to Teegan, they would not even be talking at the moment. ""Trust me. I would rather be the one murdering you. The blonde glared at her future step sister. She never understood why her father needed to go and try and find love again. Him, Teegan, and her brother, Hunter, were family enough. Then he had to go and find the Arnault's. Playing pretend house was no longer amusing. Teegan did not have time for this any longer. "Now let's go. I just want this picture done with so I don't have to see your face for the rest of the night" With that, she turned on her heels and started heading towards where their parents were.

It was definitely easy to get under Juliet's skin because she was sensitive and dramatic. As seen with the Beau incident, she took things very personally because frequently, she expected people to just succumb to her requests and deal with her behavior, but she couldn't handle or understand how people could act similarly towards her. Teegan was definitely one of the people that Juliet found herself annoyed with almost instantly, and though she would tell you that it was because Teegan was a complete bitch, her own attitude had a lot to do with it. Had she not acted so condescending and disgusted by her mother's decision to interact with the family when it all began, maybe the two could have been friends, or at least civil. Juliet refused to compromise to anyone else's desires though, so when her mother refused to break up with Teegan's father, she had just continued to be melodramatic and bratty about it all, as if that would somehow result in her getting her way. Considering how long the two had been happily dating, one would have thought that Juliet would have gotten the message now, that a breakup wasn't likely. Juliet could have easily spun away and walked in the opposite direction after Teegan returned an insult to her and began towards their parents, but she didn't. She followed just a step behind her, not because she wanted to take the picture, but because she was petty and didn't want to let another "personal attack" go unanswered. "Please, don't even try to act like you're not obsessed with me. You come to every party I go to, even when you're not even friends with Aaliyah. Or are you just here to stalk your weird ex-boyfriend?"

Teegan thought she was going to have to drag the blonde towards the family, but she willing followed behind. She was grateful for that. Her father would not be pleased if his daughter had Juliet by her long blonde hair, dragging her towards everyone like some caveman. This was more civilized and worked well with her image. As a server waltzed by, Teegan took hold of another glass of champagne. Any more glasses and she won't have room for Jack Daniels. For a moment the blonde's silence was a gift. No attitude. No talk backs. But of course she brought up how Teegan was clearly obsessed with her. There was only one person in the world that was obsessed with her and he was standing over with his best friend. She took another sip of champagne."I attend parties that I am invited too because it is polite." She started, taking another sip of her alcohol. "If the invitation had also added, spoiled brat and obsessive ex will be in attendance I would have burned it" Teegan managed not to say the world happily, at the end of that. She stopped walking and turned to face Juliet. "You're mother may have told you that you are something special. But I'm here to tell you that you are nothing more than a snobby princess with a stick shoved too far up her ass. All my life decisions have nothing to do with you and I will gladly keep it that way." She smirked and turned back around to continue walking towards her father. Hopefully this shut her up.

As Juliet followed behind Teegan, she managed to get a text out to Aaliyah saying, "btw I hate Beau" before responding to Teegan again. She had rolled her eyes, despite them being focused on the phone, at what Teegan was saying. Juliet had no feelings for Gabriel at all. If anything, she found him to be obsessive, like Teegan said. Their hookups when she was just a teenager had meant nothing to her at the time, and nothing to her now, and yet he had never seemed to move on from them. She thought highly of herself in a lot of aspects, but even she wasn't cocky enough to claim that she had been that good in bed, especially as an inexperienced young girl. She didn't know why Gabriel continued to pursue her, especially after he slept with Leah, but considering that his big relationship had been with Teegan, she also couldn't say that she was surprised that he had gotten bored of her fast. Unlike what her parents probably told her, she was nothing special either. Teegan had a fan base that would probably dispute that claim, but it was valid in Juliet's mind, at least. She felt like verbalizing that, but didn't want to linger on that topic too much, because what Teegan had said was false. Juliet's mother didn't tell her that she was special and perfect, and in fact, a lot of the time, it was the complete opposite. Juliet was sick and tired of hearing from her mother about how when she was her age, she was already married and a mother, and how Juliet needed to get her act together and do something with her life. Teegan's family coming into the picture had only made that worse, because she had to hear over and over about Teegan's next album or Teegan's next tour or about how she 'needed to tune in to the radio station that was interviewing Teegan that morning!!!'. "Good, you better," Juliet shot back, after a slight pause. She would have tried to conjure another insult, but they were soon approaching Hélène and Thomas, and Juliet had to put on a feigned smile. "Sorry it took so long, Mother," she said with an exhalation. "Teegan made us stop like five waiters for champagne on the walk over." She said it in a casual, even happy tone, but her smile transformed into a smirk slightly a she glanced from her mother, to Teegan.

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Character Portrait: Juliet Arnault Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks-Moreau Character Portrait: Brynn Calloway Character Portrait: Beauregard Oakman Character Portrait: Edward Aryn

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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"J's not the only who needs to pull their head outta their ass."

Outfit
Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Vexed


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It would be just like Juliet to leave her alone. Aaliyah didn't want to think about the part where the other woman was leaving her alone with her fiance - the main person she would want to be alone with, in the first place. Or, at least, should. She should want to be alone with him and yet, the second her best friend muttered an excuse to leave their - more like, Beau's, but Leah wasn't going to damage his ego for the moment - presence, a frown marred her features once more. Beau bit out a few unnecessary parting words before turning a question to her, and Aaliyah's lips pressed into a thin line as she replied under her breath, "Maybe she's not the only one,". Of course, Beau was too distracted with desiring another drink and her frown deepened.

Seriously, how much could one person drink in two hours? It was literally the most frustrating thing on the planet and what was worse was that Leah knew damn well Juliet could probably give Beau a run for her money, and seemed to have more control in her right pinkie than he seemed to have at all. And that was saying something! "Babe..." She started, but Beau beat her to it with a swift exit and Aaliyah bristled as she watched him go. Alone, her eyes floated over the crowd, painting on a thin grin when a few of her father's associates flitted past her with small acknowledgements and best wishes for her engagement...yeah, her engagement. One big fucking joke and she seriously needed to continue taking her time with this one drink because what she didn't need was herself being drunk. Good things didn't happen when she was drunk...not at large settings like these anyway...where her mother could throttle her or drown her in the pool.

"Dad!" She called and briskly walked over to hug the older man, their embrace lasting long despite his present company. When she released him, the smile on Leah's face was far more genuine than a few minutes ago. "I talked to Marcel. Hopefully, he'll come and mom's blood pressure will be stable." She said and the older man smirked, face not in any way convinced. "That or we'll all catch hell," he replied and they both grinned, and instinctively, Aaliyah's gaze returned to the crowd only for her eyes to narrow at where Beau decided to stop...because he obviously wanted to die. He wanted to be killed and dragged to hell, and he wanted to take that bug-eyed bitch with him because Aaliyah wanted to see him burn. "You alright, pumpkin?" Her father's voice broke her out of her wanting-to-kill head-space and Leah could see her father trying to follow her gaze, so she stepped around him to block the path. The last thing Beau needed - or even wanted - was her father mopping the floor with his ass because he was a disrespectful sack of shit.

"I was just thinking about that tennis match yesterday. Still upset you beat me, I call rematch," she exclaimed, challenging, and it was a good distraction too because his smirk returned and her father was regaling her with lies on how he had always been more skilled than her, and Aaliyah managed to pull out her phone to see Juliet's message.

To: Jules
Sometimes, i do too

To: Ed
Don't tell me ur hiding from me now?