Chapter 125: Siblings(Part 2)
"I don’t know about this...I feel pretty awkward, maybe we should just leave and say we were busy or something," Muttered Ravella apprehensively.
"Tempting, but we probably shouldn’t reject an invitation from the literal Queen of the nation. And flaking after accepting would be even worse. I mean, I doubt we’d get in trouble or anything, but still," Replied Raven reluctantly.
It was the 2nd of May, 1919, around 4 PM in the evening. A couple of days ago, Lyra had sent out invitations to all the Royal siblings, including Raven and Ravella, for a tea party to be held at 4:30 PM today.
The twins had tried to think of ways to get out of it, but couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound like a contrived excuse, so ultimately decided to bite the bullet and just get through it.
"Well, at least this is a good opportunity to put on this cute outfit...it’s kinda too fancy for casual hangouts, and it’d probably be rude to wear something too simple to the castle. So, there’s that positive, at least," Sighed Ravella wistfully.
She was wearing a dark purple dress that wrapped around her neck with a low back, the bottom of the back of the dress longer than the front, with a black sash tied around her waist in a bow over her right hip.
She’d also let her hair down, put on makeup and had golden earrings on, with a gold necklace draped around her neck. She also had black heels on, which she’d practice walking in yesterday, though she was still a bit unsteady in them, having never worn such high heeled shoes before.
"Speak for yourself...I’ve never felt more uncomfortable. These trousers have zero flexibility, I feel like it’ll rip if I stretch my legs too much. Same with this shirt, I can’t even lift my arms up that high, or it’ll get untucked, plus the fabric feels irritating against my scales. And these shoes, my toes feel like they’re being squished, not to mention this tie, it’s kinda stifling. Also, this hair gel, my head feels uncomfortable with my hair slicked back like this, and I have to keep my sense of smell dulled because of the smell, it’s-...," Vented Raven irritably, as he uncomfortably adjusted his tie.
"Yeah, I know, you’ve been complaining about it this whole time. You could’ve just worn something more comfy if it’s that bad," Ravella cut him off dryly.
He was wearing a pair of black trousers with a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt that was tucked in, along with a black tie and black dress shoes. His hair was pretty unruly and hard to tame without the use of any product, so he’d used gel to neaten it up.
"No, Celia picked this out for me, so I had to wear it. And, I mean, I don’t hate the way it looks, but it is pretty uncomfortable," Sighed Raven in response, before glancing back as he heard a pair of footsteps approaching, a familiar figure coming into sight.