Dancer // Unabashed // Beuxbatons Alum
Amella hadn't really bothered much with the idea of dating. In a way it was because she was married to dance, and in a way it was because as a child she had little to no control over what happened - her mom made those decisions. So now, in a way free as a bird, the blonde thought it was about time she saw what the world was like - what boys were like. Amella dressed simply compared to the garb she normally wore in public. No extra frills, no tulle, oh how she hated tulle. She had owled her date, Casper Blackfyre, and let him know to meet her at a pavilion outside of the city of Nice in Italy. She was there for training, but that did not mean she couldn't have fun, did it? She stood waiting, having told him already what color to look out for - and only hoped that a cafe date in Italy wasn't too romantic. After all, she liked Casper, but to what extent?