treat the queen; open

TAG: @anyone WHO WANTS TO JOIN HER FOR DINNER OR SOME OTHER DAMN REASON LOL. WORDS: 461. NOTES: Outfit-Miss. Fontaine Line

Dressing up and going out was apart of Celeste’s lifestyle ever since she was a little kid, her parents forced her siblings to attend countless political social events and gala’s over the years until her father was killed that horrible wedding day. Even if she wasn’t with anyone currently or had someone to attend dinner with her tonight, that wouldn’t stop her. Why should she stay at home and not treat herself to a rich authentic Italian dinner along with a few glasses of some perfect wine? She was a queen and should treat herself as such. Putting on her diamond earrings she smiled in the full-length mirror that was in her room as she twirled around slowly checking the black laced dress she was wearing. It was a piece of her own making belonging to her Miss. Fontaine fashion line that consisted of high end dresses, and various woman clothing. Celeste gave a smile to herself in the mirror as she picked up her black clutch purse and slowly walked down the spiral staircase to the great room of her house. A tiny pop sound was heard as she whisked herself away appearing near the end of Whimsical Alley, looking around at the patrons of the various clubs and bars.

Her own fashion boutique was on this street, but she didn’t usually have it open at night seeing no reason to try to sell high-end quality clothes to a bunch of drunk or drugged people out clubbing. Walking down the alley her head held high as she strutted her stuff, Celeste was completely full of herself. One couldn’t really blame her though, could they? A top student at Mauoutokoro, former professional Quidditch player for two successful teams in Japan and Britain, now a business owner and fashion designer with a fashion line that was starting take off from its sudden death a few years back. Celeste opened the door to Piatto Di Fantasia and looked around the rather upper-class restaurant that just gave off the smell of fresh cooked authentic Italian food. She was promptly greeted by the hostess who lead to Celeste to her reserved table for one but also had a second chair in case a friend spotted Celeste and wanted to join her. ”I’ll have the Italian red-wine braised duck, along with a bottle of Château Margaux, 1961 please” spoke Celeste in her normal polite tone as she took a seat the table and waited as the waitress came back and poured her a glass of the elegant wine and left the bottle.

Looking around she tried to see if she saw anyone she recognized, either way, she truly didn’t care if someone joined her or not. She would still have wine and her duck.