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Many fine pieces of art have been donated to Vanderbilt over the centuries. Many are displayed here. The floor is plush maroon carpeting, and the frames are intricately craved wood painted gold.

Cyrilla ran into the gallery and slumped beneath a Picasso, with a plaque that read,"Generously Donated By The Sachman Family In 1984."

Drew followed quickly after her. "Cyrilla!" he called

Cyrilla had heard him, but instead stuffed her head phonesover her ears.

"Cyrilla said more gently this time. He sat next to her under the art thingy, noting her headphone block out.

She took off the headphones. "What?" She said tearily, jerking her head towards him.

"What happened back there?" Drew asked her quietly. She edged his hand to hers slowly.

Cyrilla continued staring at the wall. "Well," she whispered,"Every time I Look at you, I think of that bimbo Mackenzie."

"And I feel... Disappointed in myself."

"You shouldn't feel that way. I don't even know why i considered that chic. I haven't even thought of her. I can only think of you. And you shouldn't be disappointed in yourself, you're amazing. I hate seeing you this way." Drew whispered back, squeezing her hand slightly.

Cyrilla shook her head slightly, inching away slowly. "I'm...I'm sorry Drew."

Drew shook gis head with a frown. Why was she apologizing?

"I've been treating you really bad, even after you've done nothing wrong."

"Cyrilla please don't feel terrible." Drew said as he pulled her into a hug. She wasn't treating her that bad.

Cyrilla hugged him back, wiping her eyes. "Alright then, I'll make sure to tease you mercilessly from now on."

"I look forward to it" Drew said with a smile. He pilled out a tissue and handed it to Cyrilla.

Cyrilla rubbed her eyes fiercely, as though she had pink eye. "Get up," she commanded Drew, pulling her up, "Let me show you something." She went over to a plaque that read,"Donated By Viscountess Evelyn Carrow in 1832." She pulled at the frame, revealing a small door.

Drew followed with interest. "Woaaahh" he said when he saw the small hidden door.

"My sister Luciana was named after her." Cyrilla commented on the plaque. "It on,y leads to a small room- Vanderbilt is full of 'em."

Drew poked his into the room curiously while saying "I remember in the palace, there were thousnads of

((Oops sorry)
"-thousands of tunnels and secret rooms. To escape i suppose"

"I think this was a palace once...I'm not sure, but probably it was because I didn't read that assigned reading book over the summer." She shrugged, ducking in and closing the door.

"If it was a palace, it must have been a small one" Drew said looking around the gallery

"Probably just a summer home." She mused, turning on the light.

She pulled two apples out of her bag, tossing one to Drew for a quick snack.

Drew caught the apple and crunched it with a smile. "Thanks"

She smiled. "Is alright if I change? I ad to wear these stuffy clothes for a luncheon." She ducked into another room and came out wearing her black tank top that read "Smashing the Patriarchy" and boyfriend jeans.

Drew smirked. "I approve. Anywhere you wanna go?" he asked

She stretched out Ina small sofa. "I'm lazy. So, no."

Drew sat with her, smiling. "Its cute when you're lazy though" he said

"Really?" She tilted her head, and reached for her phone. "How are you handling all of...Russia's issue?" She held her phone
Ike a mic,"Rubles, Ukraine, and isolation from Europe?"

"Ukraine is being stubborn. We landed troops between Crimea and the mainland, and they sent air force and troops to slow us down. Europe is shutting us out because of the problems, China is doing nothing and who even knows what America plans" Drew said. You could hear the stress in his voice.

She set down her phone and rubbed his back. "You're really stressed about all of his, aren't you?" She asked, dropping her voice to a softer level.

"A little bit yeah. This could turn into a full on revolutionary war between Ukraine and us." Drew said, wiping his forhead even though there was nothing there.

Cyrilla smoothed his hair. "You're only a Prince." She assured him cajolingly. She frowned at him,"Maybe you should go back to your dorm and go....I don't know, watch Netflix?"

Drew nodded seeing tha would be nice. "Wanna come back with me?" he asked with a small smirk.

Cyrilla stuck her tongue out. "Whatever. I think my sister is arriving tomorrow...everyone in my family are like the Malfoy's in Harry Potter, you'll see..." She put on her shoes and walked out of the passage way.

Drew followed after her with a smile.

Scarlett sashayed in as if she owed the place, a pleasant smile on her face as she walked to the first portrait she saw. She was here just for the press se could just imagine what will be on the papers tomorrow: Scarlett wolf rising student and star taking her studies seriously as she got involved one to one with her art. Her smile broadened as she imagined.

Chloé sashayed down the hallway, and twirled her platinum blonde dyed hair, looking nastily at all the portraits.

She gasped delightfully at the portrait of a man doing whatever she didn't care all she care was that eyes were on her. She turned around ready to move on as she heard a noise making all her admirers curious but the curiosity wasn't on her.
She turned annoyed as she saw that it was a girl about her age coming in and eyeing the portraits nastily. Quickly stealing back the spotlight she said in a loud voice to the girl "You know these portraits are ancients and deserve respect." She said with a sweet smile on her face and a hard voice.

"Yeah, right." Chloé sniffed,"Like I even care about these dead people!"

"Dead people!. You don't deserve to be here, what are you even doing here." She said squaring her shoulders.

"What do you think?" Chloé smirked, "I Paid to get in her, DUH!"

Scarlett sighed casually as if in pain "it's a shame you don't even know the value of the thing you paid for." She said sadly though her eyes were far from sad. "Make a space for those of us who actually care and understand how important it is. And remember don't make a fool of yourself." She said with a smirk.

"Do you understand who you're talking to, brat? I AM CHLOÉ ASHLEY WESTWOOD- Hollywood star!" Chloé yelled, stamping her foot.


(Her FC is Paris Hilton, so she's a total trashy diva)

"From your behaviour I thought you were the two year old I saw. No I do not know who you are nor do I care am just too awesome to notices wannabes." She tossed her hair.

((Xd))

"Too awesome? The only thing you've achieved, is well, NOTHING!" Chloé cackled.

She felt like a vein popped on her forehead "You b**** you know nothing about me. It's not like you've achieved anything except the status of a B AM A MODEL!.

Chloé, unlike her counterpart Evangeline, couldn't keep calm under such an insult. "I!" She slapped her across the face,"AM!" She screamed,"CHLOÉ ASHLEY WESTWOOD!"