<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/ba/7a/9bba7a3a858270d6cfc4843a15130712.gif)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<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 | 2pmish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>High Tea<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Same as image + black dress slacks and strappy pink heels.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Delighted, excited, nostalgic, and distracted!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Like a kid in a candy shop!<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<br/><hr/>Valerie didn't know what to expect when she arrived at this mandatory tea party, but her imagination hadn't painted anything near as adorable as this! Not only was the location absolutely gorgeous, but the embellishments? The cute little finger sandwiches. The dewy pastries. The omelet and crepe station! Wait, what was a crepe...? Oh, but flower arrangements were stunning! And the macaroons? To die for! Then there was the way each student had their own little unique set of tea cups and tea paraphernalia. It all made her so giddy she could positively burst! But what really brought it home for her, the top front runner of the whole affair, the little detail that just pushed her past the point of ecstasy...?<br/><br/>The brisk floral aroma of dozens of teas perfuming the air.<br/><br/>Valerie closed her eyes, allowing that scent to wrap itself around her and float her all the way to cloud nine.<br/><br/>She could hardly wait to call her grandma and tell her all about it. It was just so nostalgic, you know? When her grandma used to have tea parties with her as a little girl she always brought out her special tea set that she implicitly trusted little Valerie to be extra careful with. The pot was wrapped up in a handmade tea cozy, and a little pyramid of specially bought sugar cubes sat just out of her reach - too keep sticky little fingers from popping them in her mouth. They always drank their tea with their pinkies up, and asked each other if they wanted 'one lump or two' with a posh British accent.<br/><br/>What would her grandmother think of her now? She wasn't pretending anymore. This was a<i>real</i>tea party, and it was more enchanting than she could have dreamed. Even now she was filling her plate with a dozen different things she had never tries, nor even knew the name of -- but they sure looked yummy enough, didn't they? She already had a warm omelet sitting beside her, filled to the brim with feta cheese, diced onions and fresh spinach. And beside that was one of those strange crepe things. She never thought a sweet omelet burrito like this would exist, but she had it filled with brie and fig preserves. It was to be her fourth destination on her culinary adventure, and the fourth thing to also light her eyes up like bright blue stars and tug a big silly smile across her face. "Mmmm!"<br/><br/>Wait, wasn't she supposed to be socializing?