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Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} (bookshelved) wrote in bellumlogs,

"Ah, but you do endorse faking it?" Ella asked with a smile, reaching for a slice of orange. "The question then changes, you see. What if you fake it for so very long that you end up with no notion of what's truly beneath it all?" she asked.

She took a bite of the orange slice, delicate enough so that not a bit of juice dripped. And she carefully crossed her legs to the side - every bit the lady. It was finished off with an arrogant tip of her chin, and a very decidedly practiced look down her nose at James.

She held the position for a moment, before letting it drop with a laugh and popping the entire orange slice into her mouth. "It's a conundrum, isn't it? I'm not certain we even have true selves to find sometimes."

She called the waitress back with a smile that was kind, conveyed that she understood the woman was probably tired this late into her shift. "Any wine you have?" she asked, knowing it wasn't going to be anything with a vintage. "Whenever you get a chance," she finished with a smile, then looked back at James.