Samantha had been plucked, teased, swatted, poofed, brushed, bathed, and powdered. All for this one night. This one night that would set off her future, perhaps lead her to her destiny. . . Breaking her from her thoughts, or rather her mothers speech which had been uttered just a few hours ago in Samanths powder room, was a rather unlady like snort. Destiny. It was just one ball in which dozens Samantha had had to attend. But this one was suppose to be special. Shaking out her tumbled, and wavy black hair she adjusted the blue gem encrusted mask resting lightly over her nose. Iluminating the slight foreign slant of her facial features, and the swirling dark brown of her eyes. Shaking out her skirts just as the coach stopped, and the door opened. Yet her mothers words returned, and ran over and over in her mind as she was announced to the front parlor. Even as she mechanically made her way down the steps, her older brother in tow.
Of course, Chandler hadn't had been so forcefully thrust upon with the 'destiny' of this said ball tonight. He's just been placed in a nice suit by his valet, and he'd taken up the duty to escort his younger sister, Samantha to the ball. He's have to say he felt somewhat bad for her. Mother seemed so designed to get her a courting. Yet it was easy to tell that she'd no desire. Hiding herself in her books. Chandlers own mask was black, a few .. doodads creasing the sides. His black tux was rather formfitting, and hugged to his muscles. Quite the opposite of his sister, Chandlers rather redish hair, and freckles wasn't at the top of the list in qualities for a bachelor. But his rumored devilish grin, and mysterious war past ranked him a little higher than he would be. He walked Samantha towards the refreshments, muttering in her ear about Colonel Humphrey, and his elephant ears. Her racous laughter letting a few eyes travel towards her. "I heard that the princess was here.. " Something in his eyes warmed, for he'd spotted the princess before. Quite acquainted with her.