Felicity herself had gone to bed quite early. When she was that bored, sleeping was really the best thing to do. When she woke up, her hair was a mess, more so than usual. Eyes still half closed, she went to her bath, sinking below the warm scented water. She couldn't place what kind of scent it had. Mom was the one who picked out what soaps she used, always so worried about keeping her skin clear. Whatever it was, it was flowery, and a little too mature for her. She could imagine mom wearing a scent like this and pulling it off perfectly. But to Felicity it just seemed a tad unnecessary. Who was ever going to get close enough to worry about what kind of perfumed soap she used? Especially all the way out here. Nobody came to Imerria.
...Except him.
Felicity stared up at the ceiling. Her face was warm. The water was probably too hot. She was going to have to talk to the droid that prepared her bath in the morning. It was going to burn her at this rate.
She pulled her knees to her chest, sighing out loud. Another day. Just two more after this and she'd be heading back to Naboo. She couldn't wait. Her friends were on Naboo. Her education was on Naboo. People.
...Boys.
She stepped out of the bath, dried off and pulled on a fluffy white bath robe. Mom hadn't spared any expense when it came to her and her sister. She was very serious about her girls being perfect ladies. But there was still the whole make-up thing that Felicity was still a little iffy on. The idea of putting weird powder on her face, and color on her eyelids after worrying about keeping her skin clean just seemed a little counter productive. And why worry about putting anything on her lips either? She was just going to eat and wipe it off.
She sat down, looking over the expensive beauty set mom had sent her. Too many colors. How was she supposed to know what product was meant for what part of her face? She sighed and shut it, pushing the make up palette away. No point today. Maybe she'd experiment when she went back to Naboo.
Well, for now, she needed to fix that hair of hers. It was out of control. Sometimes, she wished she still shared a room with Celeste. Then at least she'd have someone to fix her hair for her. She could never tell when she was doing it right. She burshed her long blond hair, adjusted her mirrors so she could see all sides of her head then went right to work. Tying, twisting, knotting, until she had captured every strand in a pretty knot at the base of her neck. Mom would approve.
When she went back into her bedroom, her bed had been made and a violet colored dress had been laid out. Not exactly her first choice. She wasn't exactly a fan of violet. Mom promised that she looked radiant in it, but when Felicity looked at herself when she had finished dressing, she couldn't help but feel, well, not like herself at all. The dress clung in places that she just was not comfortable with and the neckline... Still, when she looked at the chrono, she realized just how much time she'd wasted already. Nobody liked waiting for her for breakfast. She could just change later. She shoved black shoes on her feet and hurried out.
She was almost running through the halls, holding her skirt up to her knees. She stumbled down stairs, skidded around a corner and-
"Ah!"
She was flat on her stomach, laying right on top of... Oh no. She didn't even want to see. She knew this room. She hadn't tripped over the books that she'd left there last night. She tripped over, well, him. The instant this realization hit her, her face went red, a perfect mix of embarrassment and pure rage.
She scrambled away like an insect trying to escape being squashed by a boot, putting as much distance between the two of them as possible. Her mouth hung open, lost for words... But only for a second. When she did find her words again, they were not very nice.
"You clumsy son of a-! What the hell are you doing on the floor!?" she demanded, "Don't you know that some people walk around here? Have you lost your mind!?"
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