<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/44/05/744405dc557f4dbe2491f20a5a85a81d.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Delilah Iris Desponza (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday| September 30th| 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Black starred off shoulder blouse & Shorts with sandals (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/86/20/51862037c9320861aab35b88290cf613.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Awe struck| Curious| Inspecting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Admiring everything<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Grayson| Stefanie<br/><hr/><br/>Holding the dainty plate between the pads of her fingertips Delilah couldn't help the apprehension as she continued to eye the various assortments of sweet, treats and all over delicacies that made the very real fear of making a social faux pas that much more real. Admittedly the fresh fruits themselves were far more of a comfortable choice, that at the least she could identify them for what they were without seeming to be<em>completely</em>uncultured. Though her previous encounter with the awful trickery that was fake fruit decorating such refined settings did continue to bubble into her mind, giving an half hearted glare to the treats as though they themselves had been the folly for her past mistake, Delilah still had her doubts...<br/><br/>Rich oaks flickering back to the young man she had found herself standing beside brought Delilah briefly out of her reverie to cast another doubtful expression his way, what was that saying again? Sometimes things looked too good to be real? Did that count with food though? The entrance of the sun kissed brunette would however answer Delilah's uncertainties in a way that logically was sound, actually biting into the fresh strawberry both simultaneously putting to bed the fear of wax fruits as well as adding what the wild child suspected was some sort of playful banter. It helped disperse the bubble of uncertainty enough to let Delilah breathe a sigh of relief as the warmth of a smile crept it's way back to the full of her lips, along with her own self deprecating slant in easy conversation.<strong>"You'd be surprised...people like to put fake food on tables in places like these...can't be too sorry you know."</strong>Delilah would hum back with a giggle of her own, already reaching out to grab a few berries and one of the sandwiches that Grayson had admitted to being the best thing he had ever put in his mouth; he didn't look like he was pulling her leg so it seemed safe enough.<br/><br/>Little plate neatly stacked with treats Delilah would eye the curious morsel of a blackberry for only a brief moment before committing to popping the berry into her mouth, everyone else was doing it so it didn't seem dangerous. And were they ever right! It was like an explosion of pure nature on her tongue.<strong>"Oh wow~"</strong>The girl nearly squeaked, already in the process of popping another into her mouth before she caught Grayson's introduction.<strong>"It's nice to meet you Grayson, my name is Delilah."</strong>She would muse as politely as she could, meeting both Grayson and Stefanie's eyes, Sarah's gentle guidance swiftly reminding her to extend a delicate hand in offer as she smiled.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll admit I feel pretty out of place here...I'm almost afraid to touch anything..it all just looks so delicate.."</strong>Delilah would continue with some hint of worry, the small little tarts of burnt sugar and custard particularly calling to the girl but she didn't want to make what in her mind could be a mistake.<br/>