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- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4 Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn
Nathalie had always been told that she's extremely lucky. She's one of the richest and most influential daughter of France. The only child and heir of the Blanchard family. She's elegant and said to be the image model to the word "Prim and proper" other girls envy her life, boys admire her, she has everything that a person can ask for. yet, Nathalie always feels that there's something missing in her life, she always feels that she's always wearing a mask, she's not really herself.
Every moment of her life, Nathalie has to be the perfect daughter, the perfect girl. She needs to be always polite when she talks, she needs to always be graceful even if she had just woken up in the morning. She needs to be perfect even when was only eating. Nathalie is never allowed to do anything that is considered to be unladylike, she cannot run, she cannot sigh, and she cannot even talk whatever it is that is in her mind. Nathalie always have to hide her personality. She's used to it, yet there were these rare times where in she would get tired, tired of pretending and tired of being someone that she is not. That day was actually one of those rare times.
Trying to escape her so called friends, Nathalie had found her way under the large oak tree, it amuses her how every time that she needs to be by herself, her feet would always lead her there. Seeing that no one was around, Nathalie spread out her arms, her green dress dancing along with the wind and her golden locks framing her fair face. The breeze was so refreshing for her, she feels free. Without realizing it, Nathalie dropped to the ground, bending her knees closer to her body and started to curled up into a ball-like form. It is like a self-defense mechanism of her. When she does that she feels extremely comfortable, it's like she was in her own world. She stayed like that, entirely sure that no one would dare to bother her.
Every moment of her life, Nathalie has to be the perfect daughter, the perfect girl. She needs to be always polite when she talks, she needs to always be graceful even if she had just woken up in the morning. She needs to be perfect even when was only eating. Nathalie is never allowed to do anything that is considered to be unladylike, she cannot run, she cannot sigh, and she cannot even talk whatever it is that is in her mind. Nathalie always have to hide her personality. She's used to it, yet there were these rare times where in she would get tired, tired of pretending and tired of being someone that she is not. That day was actually one of those rare times.
Trying to escape her so called friends, Nathalie had found her way under the large oak tree, it amuses her how every time that she needs to be by herself, her feet would always lead her there. Seeing that no one was around, Nathalie spread out her arms, her green dress dancing along with the wind and her golden locks framing her fair face. The breeze was so refreshing for her, she feels free. Without realizing it, Nathalie dropped to the ground, bending her knees closer to her body and started to curled up into a ball-like form. It is like a self-defense mechanism of her. When she does that she feels extremely comfortable, it's like she was in her own world. She stayed like that, entirely sure that no one would dare to bother her.