When In Paris

[Dove Zhefarovich]

Dove had spent no less than three hours getting ready for this day, and yet there was nothing of importance happening on that day, she had decided during her time with her mother in Paris to wonder off on her own for the day, checking out the sights and sounds of the city she adored. Dove slipped on a pair of black heels as she added the finishing touches to her hair, ensure it was all perfectly in place before using magical spray to really be certain it would hold, as well as her make up, just so that despite the sometimes wetness of the city of Paris she didn't have to worry too much about ruining all the hard work she had put in, although today the sun shone brightly in the sky. The Beauxbatons student worked exceedingly hard on her appearance, and it was definitely noticeable, and then with that all done, the girl gave herself a last check in the mirror and a last minute evaluation which amounted to an A for acceptable noting too great but enough that she wouldn't feel like a train wreck going outside. With a last goodbye to her mother the teen took her bag and headed out, they remained in the west of Paris, not that far from the Eiffel Tower and Dove happily made her way through the tourist crowds until she reach the magical entrance to magical Paris.

The girl wandered the streets, brushing down her skirt and ensure that each step she took was careful and in her mind, just attempting to continue looking presentable, until she finally decided to have a seat in a small magical cafe, she took a seat at one of their few free outside available table, sitting in the bask of the warm spring sun. She looked around her, and then spent a moment using the reflection of the cafe window to move a few strands of her hair and check to make sure that she looked presentable. Dove was insecure about her appearance, she thought she always looked terrible compared to others and was always doing things to help herself become less like who she was naturally, her natural red hair completely cover by the fact she'd dyed it blonde, and she was wearing make up, a little more than she would normally, using it to create as natural an effect as she could. She was all about not being herself because herself felt incorrect, almost a lie of kinds and she was far more comfortable out of her skin and just trying to be perfect than she was in it. When the waiter walked over, Dove ordered a menthe a l'eau, with a straw and took the time to just marvel at the sights around her, just taking in how great it all looked to her, she would always strive for perfection in everything she did, moving towards the height of her society's norms rather than what she was perhaps really like.
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