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Post by Adrienne on Aug 29, 2010 21:07:19 GMT -5
Adrienne was, frankly, pleased to have a guest. Say what you wanted, she loved being a hostess, and nothing was quite like 19th century society. Even if it was just one boy, and one her daughter claimed to have an interest in. Adrienne had her doubts about said interest, and the whole situation smelled faintly of the deception Evie had inherited from her father... but that was not a concern for the moment. She'd get it out of her daughter eventually. For now, she was more worried about making sure all the silver was polished.
David was home, so he'd be there, and Chuck of course would grill the young man (hopefully) good-naturedly, and Wes would probably try to find some way to get out of it. Evie was upstairs getting ready; the men were in the drawing room; and Adrienne was overseeing the small staff as they readied her home.
It would be an interesting night; that was for sure.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 29, 2010 23:24:46 GMT -5
Chuck rarely canceled business plans but he put everything on hold for the night. He left the company of men in the drawing room and went to find Adrienne.
"Final touches?" he mentioned passively as he slipped his arm around her waist and leaned in to place a quick kiss on her cheek.
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 29, 2010 23:30:10 GMT -5
Adrienne smiled and leaned against her husband for a quick second. Perhaps it was the prospect of her own daughter entering a romantic entanglement, but it was one of those moments she got all sentimental and took pleasure in the fact that he was there, that he was hers.
"I promised Evie I wouldn't fuss, so consider the final touches complete."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 29, 2010 23:43:21 GMT -5
Chuck laughed.
"But to be fair, I don't think we're as bad as some of her friends' parents," he said as he looked on at the table arrangements.
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 29, 2010 23:49:38 GMT -5
"It's a miracle anyone on the Upper East Side survives to adulthood without being stifled," she said dryly, but smiled over at him. "Now, please don't pull the terrifying father act. Stick to intimidating."
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Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Aug 30, 2010 13:42:34 GMT -5
Olivier had a mass of butterflies in his stomach. He kept telling himself that he was being silly about it, that there was nothing to worry about--it wasn't as though they were waiting and ready to pounce on him and render him into mush. Still, he fidgeted on the ride over, straightening his cravat time and time again. He nodded to himself once the Bass home came into view. Now or never, Olivier.Exhaling, he stepped out of the carriage and toward the doors .
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Post by Chuck Bass on Sept 7, 2011 3:27:48 GMT -5
"Consider it done," he said, straightening up and donning a fatherly, displeased frown.
A moment after Olivier's arrival, a servant opened the door and showed him in. Chuck turned to see the young man, a nervous wreck at the door. He couldn't help but grin a little at his nervousness, but nonetheless, Chuck was still rather impressive and intimidating.
"Ah, our guest of honor," he said, standing just a little bit taller and broader. After all, every father is always just a little jealous of his daughters love interest. "Come in, Monsieur Desmarais."
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