Viola & Alex (maybe Tuck later) | Early Evening
There was something that felt particularly... private about the beginning of the Aurellian celebration this season, and though it was ultimately a celebration, she decided to keep her distance from it. Mourning, though it could be done publicly at funerals and such, struck her as a rather vulnerable act, so she stayed at the house for most of the day, fussing with this and that, and then fussing, for probably more hours than were entirely necessary, with the beautiful, cage-like dress and her hair, which she ultimately decided to wear down, in natural, loose curls. The dress itself was breathtaking on its own, though Viola couldn't resist adding one Clovennian touch by adding an amethyst necklace, the pendant of which rested invitingly between her breasts.
The Ellevra she'd taken an half an before was just beginning to light up her body as the car rolled to a stop just outside the town Circle. She could already hear the music floating down from where the bonfire would soon be lit, and the circle was crowded with Aurellians dressed in all manner of colors. She took a deep breath before leaving the car, consciously keeping her stride purposeful as she melded into the crowd.
She relaxed, though, as time passed. She was quick to find a flower crown booth, not unlike the one where Lachlan had helped her with her first crown last season. This time, though, since Lachlan wasn't in her direct line of sight, she purchased a crown of sunflowers and daisies outright instead of trying to make one herself, and set it on her head.
The energy of the festival was buoying her now, and she was almost jovial as she threaded her way through the throng, keeping an eye out for Lachlan as she headed vaguely in the direction of the bonfire. But it wasn't Lachlan that caught her eye. Alexandre? she thought, her eyebrows lifting almost to her hairline as she recognized his hair, his body language. What in Clove's name is he doing here? For a moment, panic tried to shoot its hooks into her, but she shook it off with surprising ease (perhaps thanks to the Ellevra) and pushed her shoulders back. She wasn't afraid of Alex. Let him see her. He should be so lucky. In fact...
"Well good evening to you Mr. Tyrell," Viola drawled, sweeping over to him as if she were a hostess and this was her party. "Fancy seeing you at a party like this." She smiled sweetly. "I was sure it'd be too hot for your blood."