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Taylor Marie-Anne Stark has never really liked these functions she was pulled to since she was young child, since before her mothers death was even a thought of those who choreographed it. Over the years, after the deaths that happened in her life, they became worse and harder to deal with though. They became a thing she dreaded and caused her anxiety to sky rocket even in the days before the event was to take place. These stupid award presentations went from Tony sitting at his daughters side, smile on his face as he looked at her and the girls mother. Now at the current situation she was in at the table, the usual situation of these kind of things. Taylor sitting there with the daughter of her fathers personal assistant, Penelope Potts, or Violet as everyone called her, with no trace of him.
Anthony Edward Stark went to the 'bathroom' an hour ago and from what the girls can tell, he won't be coming here anytime soon. Taylor had tried to convince him to stay, a few sad and pouty looks. Trying to hold his hand so he couldn't get up. Even locked her ankle around his so if he did get up he would fall on his face, though when he did he just laughed it off.
But Taylor was used to these functions by now, used to the fact her father would disapper. Used to the fact he made his daughter get awards, the awards he was supposed to be being presented due to his achievements and creations over the current year and those before. Some of them even being for his legacy and keeping it going. The awards for the company she wanted to part of, despising the hurtful things that were created there.
"I can go look for him again," Voilet whispers to the younger of the pair of girls, both of them knowing that the Tony Stark video presentation will be coming up any second now. Taylor sighing as she pushes her sweating palms across the long skirt of her dress, feeling her anxiety build in her stomach as she knows whats to come in a matter of minutes. To the fact she'll be up on the stage. That she'll be accepting the stupid award instead of her father. Oh lord, she really was going to murder him one day for abandoning her at one of these things, "Taylor Marie. You're shaking," Violet whispers to her friend as she reaches forward and pulls Taylor into a tight hug, Taylor instantly beginning to calm down by the affection and the snap of hearing her name. A trick that Violet had picked up in her research to become a psychologist, one that has come to pay off since it works so well on Taylor.
"I'll go check again," the pair hear and Taylor looks up to see Obadiah looking at the brunette for permission. Her nodding her head lightly and he's gone from the table in seconds, away from where she sits and towards the door that leads to the casino.
Violet slowly letting go of the seventeen year old she considers her younger sister, though Taylor does quickly latch onto the nineteen year olds hand to keep her from feeling like she's drifting off into the state of panic. A thing that's only happened once before at these things, the press having a field day with the information of her anxiety and had questioned her mental heath and how it might effect the company to her father many times. A thing that had made the man quit conferences many times as he sees the shake in his daughter at the disbelief that someone had the audacity to say something about her mental health making her not capable. If they knew half of the celebrities and other people they looked up to that had anxiety they would be shocked to see how capable those people were.
