[ While she had constructed herself to be the mistress of public presentations, she still detested the wretched ice breaking moments that were required in such situations of recreational city cocktail parties and ball. It was easier to make a speech then disappear in a fit of magic as she once had, but here she is trapped with pressing a smile against her face and making nice with the towns folk.
The annual winter gala was the most exhausting of all; the droll of holiday velleities, keeping up with the different lives of those who were once fanatical and held interesting ancestry of their own stories―the sense of Schadenfreude she possessed once she realized the disconnection of Mary Margaret's life compared to Snow White's own was enough to keep her going through the parties at times―but there was rarely ever a moment she spent to admire the beauty of the setting itself.
In the short moment she was able to, she downed the glass of her champagne, and began to notice the dim lights making the crystalline of artificial (it was always artificial) snowflakes glitter in tune with the soft aria of an orchestra playing in the corner of the room.
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The annual winter gala was the most exhausting of all; the droll of holiday velleities, keeping up with the different lives of those who were once fanatical and held interesting ancestry of their own stories―the sense of Schadenfreude she possessed once she realized the disconnection of Mary Margaret's life compared to Snow White's own was enough to keep her going through the parties at times―but there was rarely ever a moment she spent to admire the beauty of the setting itself.
In the short moment she was able to, she downed the glass of her champagne, and began to notice the dim lights making the crystalline of artificial (it was always artificial) snowflakes glitter in tune with the soft aria of an orchestra playing in the corner of the room.
And for the moment, the world was hers. ]