*:ꔫ:* 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚{𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖}
In the Capitol's shadow, where white roses conceal secrets and emerald eyes mask desires; the fight for money, power, and glory weaves a clandestine dance of ambition a...
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AS LEO DROPPED SERAPHINA OFF LATER THAT NIGHT AT THE CREED RESIDENCE, she stepped out onto the grand driveway that led to Festus's mansion. Though it was undeniably a sizable and opulent house, it paled in comparison to the grandeur of the Aveline mansion she called home.
The Creed residence, a mansion by any standard, stood proudly before her. The architecture reflected wealth and refinement, with pillars framing the entrance and intricate detailing adorning the exterior.
Soft lights spilled from the large windows, casting a warm glow on the manicured lawn that surrounded the property.
Seraphina's eyes traced the edges of the mansion, noting its expansive layout.
It was a place of affluence, undoubtedly, but the subtle differences between the Creed residence and her own home were apparent.
The grandiosity of the Aveline Mansion was unmatched, the sheer size and extravagance serving as a testament to the family's standing in the Capitol.
As she approached the entrance, Seraphina couldn't help but contrast the two worlds she inhabited— the one of opulence and privilege, and the other of social gatherings and superficial connections.
The grandeur of the Creed residence, while impressive, felt like a temporary escape from the weight of her own emotions.
Festus's mansion, though impressive, did little to distract her from the internal turmoil that still lingered.
The vastness of the Aveline estate echoed in her mind, a stark reminder of the responsibilities and expectations tied to her family name.
With a deep breath, Seraphina entered the Creed residence, leaving the grandeur of the Aveline Mansion behind, if only for the night.
As the festivities unfolded within the opulent walls of Festus's home, she couldn't shake off the subtle ache of homesickness that tugged at her heart— a yearning for a world that now seemed distant and complex, filled with secrets and shattered dreams.
As Seraphina stepped into the vibrant atmosphere of Festus Creed's party, her eyes scanned the crowd of seniors; the recent graduates from the Academy.
The air was filled with laughter, animated conversations, and the celebratory spirit of those on the cusp of a new chapter in their lives.
It was a scene of jubilation, a night where the weight of academia temporarily lifted, replaced by the euphoria of accomplishment.
She observed the faces around her, familiar and unfamiliar, all united by the shared experience of reaching a milestone in their education.
The seniors, now graduates, mingled with an energy that resonated with the promise of a bright future.
