- ( ♔ ) - - ❝ ＲＥＢＥＣＣＡ ＲＯＳＳＩ－ＡＴＨＥＮＳ ❞
- ─── ( ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＲＥＥＣＥ )
( role. bad girl) ( age. eighteen ) ( sexuality. bisexual) ( gender. cisfemale ) ( wearing. x ) ( location. abandoned castle ) ( tagged. santiago and foster)
- curling her naturally light brown hair, becky looked in the mirror. her charming pale blue eyes, which was a trait her and her twin inherited, popped with the dazzling white eye shadow. she picked up her pink lipstick and applied it to her plump lips. a smile appeared on her face as she stood up from in front of her mirror. hearing her phone ring, it had to be her sister. mariana was able to stay home in greece, while rebecca was sent to ivita. she had to admit, the school was a bit fun. her best friend, foster, was hosting and masquerade party with the party girl, emillie. deciding on calling the girl later, the greek heir looked down at her dog, hades and chuckled. rebecca rubbed his head, "i will be back later" she said, leaving her apartment her parents gave her for the summer.
rebecca eyes laided on her new maserati and the driver, who was standing by the car. she grinned and made her way over to the car. the driver opened the car door and spoke, "Γεια σας, την ανωτερότητά σας [hello, your highness]". the princess nodded and took a seat in the back. it wasn't long until they arrived at the party. foster and emillie really did go all out. and the place looked beautiful. stepping out the car, the bad girl smirked. it was her time to shine and she knew it. slipping her mask over her face, rebecca walked into the party. her white dress meant that she was a 'saint' for the party.
the princess blew out her cheeks as she looked around. everyone looked dazzling; something she really wasn't surprised about. walking, someome had bumped into and almost made her hit the floor. thankfully, they has caught her by the waist. chuckling, standing up to her feet. "it's fine...i don't blame you; i would be distracted too." the greek princess smiled weakly. the young gentleman's voice made her blush a bit. suddenly, she felt another hand on her wasit and a english accent spoke. it was foster. rebecca looked at the prince; he looked handsome [as always] in his blue suit. " same to you, foster." she smiled. after his second question, rebecca shrugged. foster had left the two then chanel arrived. a fake smile appeared on her face. she wasn't a very good pal to chanel and probably won't ever be. the costa rican girl said the boy's name who bumped into her and left. the brown haired girl bit her lip, "santiago... that's your name? it's a nice name."
