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Another week, another boring event
This happens every week: doing her hair, picking out a presentable outfit, the same old things. She knows it’s for the best, but must it be so excruciating? But at least today’s event was different than normal. See, this was an event held by the royal family to celebrate the 18th birthday of the princess and heiress to the throne, Sonia Nevermind. Mahiru had turned 18 only a few months back, weird to be so close in age to the princess.
She checked her phone for a text from her best friend, Marta, even though she said she needed to be offline for the rest of the night.
The two had never met in real life, but Marta knows Mahiru better than anyone, even some of her family members. Best thing that’s happened on Twitter and TikTok, they joke.
Mahiru lightly shifts her blood red hair behind her ear, feeling the ends that were dyed darker than the rest— almost black, actually. Gotta go socialize. She glides over to a semi-crowded space. On her way, she sees banners strewn about in the hall, all with Sonia’s face on them. Sonia’s beautiful face, almost as if she were genetically engineered in a lab for maximum attractiveness. She fit every beauty standard, with her gorgeous eyes that changed from greenish gray to a stone blue and, boy, she could get lost in them all day long. Her hair was long and blonde, usually braided in some sort of way. Her styling was always immaculate, and- wait. Nope! Not focusing on how pretty the princess is right now! Focusing on networking!
Leaving the formal, Mahiru puts a jacket on at stashes some food under it, careful not to be noticed. She strolls outside, trying to find her car. As she speeds up a bit, eager to leave and listen to her music in peace, she rounds a corner and bumps someone.
“Ah!! Oh God! Im sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walki…”
Mahiru’s voice trails off as she looks up at the person who caught her when she fell. Oh. My. Her catcher was a girl. A girl with fair skin, long, silky blonde hair, blue-bray eyes and…
“OH MY GOD! SHOOT! sorry! I didn’t mean to yell! Uhm..”
Sonia. Sonia Nevermind. Sonia fucking Nevermind.
It was the actual, literal, live Sonia Nevermind. In a hoodie. Seemingly sneaking out..?
“It- It’s okay. Yeah, it’s fine. Just, please, please don’t tell anyone!”