€ Hermione Rockefeller €

Hermione stood, still as stone, as her maids fixed her hair and adjusted her dress. The Rockefeller family was known for perfection in their grand parties. Not a single hair could be out of place, even for smaller occasions.

The maids bow, and take their leave. She was ready.

Hermione’s parents were generally laid-back. As the younger sister, she was largely free to do as she pleased, excepting particularly idiotic actions, of course. There were a few things they were particular about, social events being one of them, but her life, in general, was nice. The majority of the burdens that came with being a daughter of the Rockefellers fell on her older sister.

In two weeks, Aurelia Rockefeller would be meeting her future husband for the first time. In three, she’d be marrying him.

While the situation sounded like fertile grounds for a poetic tragedy, the likes of Romeo and Juliet, the truth was that things weren’t that bad. Her sister never really had any crushes, nor any childhood sweethearts to reminisce on. The man wasn’t that much older than her, and he seemed decent enough. It was all just an uneventful affair in the grand world the Rockefellers lived in. Commonplace, with no real scandals.

Hermione’s shoes clack against the marble floor of the entry hall. The party was due to begin in forty-five minutes, but for perfection to be maintained, everything had to be ready well ahead of time. Off in the corner, she notices her older sister with a furrowed brow, staring down at the speech she was supposed to memorize.

>What would you like to do?