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Grey •The Nyctophilian•
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Aug 21, 2012 01:30PM
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Santana relaxed in her suite.
Santana began to prepare for bed.
((Santana is coming to the wedding. She's already in England ))
((Hehe. OK.))Santana picked out her outfit for the wedding tomorrow.
((Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I'm on another website and I always forget to check. >.< *facepalm*))Santana walked in quietly and took a seat, unnoticed.
Santana smirked. She knew Brandon was displeased, but that was what pleased her.
Santana tried to hold in her laugh as they walked around the cross three times.
The pic doesnt show. :(
((CRAP! You messed up my plans! She was going to object! You know, when the preacher says, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."? Shmh.))
((Ok. Sorry. Hehehe. ))"I object!" Santana shouted.
((I hope you get better with ur bandaid.))
Santana stood up. "I object!" She loudly declared.
Santana ignored him. "I object to this marriage." She repeated. "Now speak now or forever hold your peace before i end this." She wasn't kidding.
"Because I object to this wedding. Haven't i already said that? I may have you but I'm trying to help you out here. You're not happy with your fiancée. Though i cannot see why. She is beautiful. You're desperate. I can see it in your eyes... the way you look at her." Santana rolled her eyes. Were all Brits this dramatic?
"Trying to help this douchebag." She replied coldly, pointing to Brandon. "And you. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who doesn't care about you or with someone who does?" And with that, she spun on her heel and left.
"I'm not angry. In fact, if anyone is, you are! Unless if stoping isn't considered a form of anger." she snapped. "Don't touch me." she added and swung her arm around, forcing him to let go them pinned his arms behind his back and pushed him up against the wall so he was helpless.
"Anger brought me here? No. I'm just trying to help." she replied coldly.
((lmao. fine. she doesn't do that. But she doesn't look defeated.))"Well this is me, so deal with it." she snapped. "If you want to live the rest of your life in misery with that girl, be my guest."
"No you bastard!" she practically shouted. "I'm just trying to help you! Are you that blind?"
Santana quickly booked a flight for France.
((Aww. :( Adios. ))Santana arrived at the gates of the Castle.
((Aww, man. Isabele... message me when your on, so i can attempt to get on. I should get an email from that..))
(Yay!))antna was playing with her best friend, Aubrey, the French princess.
Santana peekout out the window of the high tower. "Aubrey..." she trailed off. "You should come see this."
((OK))Aubrey and Santana peeked out the window. Plan D was about to start...
"What girl, miss?" the guard asked. "And who might you be to be arriving here with no invitation or anything?" he demanded.
"IM sorry but i don't know any Santana. Please come back when you have an invitation." The guard replied.
"Well that didn't go according to plan, Santy. " Aubrey said quizzically. Santana shook her head.
"Aubrey! Santana!" One of the servants called. "You have a call waiting for you!" Santana sighed and followed Aubrey, who was quickly running down the stairs.
Aubrey picked up. "Hello?" she asked. Santana waited patiently behind her.
"Willouby?!" Aubrey demanded into the phone. Then turning to Santana she said: "Santy, what did you do to get involved and a call with the Duke's family of our main enemy?""Well, you see..." Santana began.
"Santana Chrysler. Spill it. Now." Aubrey demanded. She wasn't someone you want mad.
"I crashed a wedding." Santana blurted out.
"You what now"?"
"I said I..."
"I heard you the first time. Give me a moment." and she turned back to the phone.
"She is with me. What buisness do you want with her?" she asked.
((I made Aubrey's profile in the character tab. If you haven't seen it, you can go check it out.; ) ))
((Oh. Ok. ))"She'll have to talk to me, first." Aubrey replied evenly. "I need to know why it is she wants to talk to her."
"Please hold for a moment." Aubrey said calmly as she shot Santana a dissapproving, annoyed look."You are in soooooooooo much trouble!" she snapped. "You know you aren't even supposed to talk to Brits, Santy!"
"Aub! I met the jerk in America!"
"Jerk? So you know him?"
Santana flushed. "Well, you..." she began, then stopped. "This isn't what it's about. Finish the call!" she shooed her.
((Yeah. But I want it to be France and England this time. Because they were at one point, right? Like, with Joan of Arc?))"Okay. She may visit the castle." Aubrey sighed reluctantly. "Please tell her to be here at 6:00pm sharp. I will have a guard waiting outside. Well, I always do, but still." and she hung up. "Santy, Santy, Santy. What have you gotten yourself into?"
Santana shrugged. "Honestly? No idea."
((I know. I just thought they could be enemies. No? I can change it.))((She hung up...))
"Tell what's-her-face she can count on not seeing SantanaEither she's coming here or she's not seeing her. Her choice. Although i would be happier if she didn't see her at all."
"Okay. then I'm sorry to say this, actually, I'm not, that Miss Willouby can wait a month to see Miss Santana when she goes back to America." Aubrey commented.
((Nope. Cuz idk. And BTW... court?!))
((Well Santana's not going to court. *Hmph.* Why is there court?))
((Shmph. Fine. Just for you.))Santana walked into the courtroom, holding her head proudly.
((Fine. Shmph. I'll do it just for you.))Santana walked into court, carrying herself proudly.
((That is! lmao. I've seen my parents go to court plenty of times. I like that outfit! Fine. I'll change it.))
((It's this...))http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&...
(DRESS)
http://www.google.com/imgres?start=20...
(HAIR-*BUT IN HER HAIR COLOR*)
"Sueing me for ruining a wedding? I did no such thing." she objected calmly.
