Alize Rosenheim
#Lit
[SIZE=14.6667px]Due to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]unsavoury rumours that had been spread about Alize regarding her past, it was not often that she was invited to the private residence of another for a personal visit. Because of this, it was not unexpected that she would feel nervous, bordering on anxious as she disembarked from the transport and onto the land that encompassed the Firemane[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] villa. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Dressed in a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]knee-length[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] floral embossed black dresshttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cd/a2/0a/cda20af509a4ee0100f7ba6d7d1cc3fe.jpg with a contrasting white lace trimmed coat and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]cameo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] pendant which hung off a row of white pearlshttps://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/313/b2d/32a/4a85728006fc146f7c81887/x354-q80.jpg, Alize appeared as if she was on her way to a funeral or another melancholy event. Despite her youth, Alize had a taste for [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]somber looking [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]casual attire, often dressing with a monochromatic colour scheme almost as if she was in perpetual mourning. Accompanying her, dressed in a casual suit with a pair of combat boots[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], Frederick escorted Alize past the gate, the lush alpine garden and to the villa’s door.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hand shaking, heart racing, Alize slowly reached for the doorbell and pressed it reluctantly. Frederick, who had sensed the tension welled up in his lady's body, turned to gently kiss the side of her head as the pair silently waited for someone to answer the door. Alize may not have excelled at playing the role of another’s lover but at least Frederick was able to act the part somewhat convincingly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Dressed in a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]knee-length[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] floral embossed black dresshttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cd/a2/0a/cda20af509a4ee0100f7ba6d7d1cc3fe.jpg with a contrasting white lace trimmed coat and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]cameo[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] pendant which hung off a row of white pearlshttps://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/313/b2d/32a/4a85728006fc146f7c81887/x354-q80.jpg, Alize appeared as if she was on her way to a funeral or another melancholy event. Despite her youth, Alize had a taste for [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]somber looking [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]casual attire, often dressing with a monochromatic colour scheme almost as if she was in perpetual mourning. Accompanying her, dressed in a casual suit with a pair of combat boots[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], Frederick escorted Alize past the gate, the lush alpine garden and to the villa’s door.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hand shaking, heart racing, Alize slowly reached for the doorbell and pressed it reluctantly. Frederick, who had sensed the tension welled up in his lady's body, turned to gently kiss the side of her head as the pair silently waited for someone to answer the door. Alize may not have excelled at playing the role of another’s lover but at least Frederick was able to act the part somewhat convincingly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @At any family who wishes to participate.[/SIZE]