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Time: After-Party
"So, let's place some bets. Who do you think will make headlines in TWI tomorrow? Categories include hook-ups and fights."
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Award After Party
@yulivorshevsky
"Okay, now mind your steps, the stairs are steep."
Lyudmila cautioned, steadying Yuliya with a firm grip on her arm as they walked down the stone stairs leaving behind the bustling atmosphere of the main party for the darkness and chill of a tucked-away wine cellar.
Although the offerings in the main hall were certainly ample for the Russian guests, what soirée would be complete without embarking on a side quest to discover the true treasures of the cellar's top-shelf wine selection? Besides, surely Nora wouldn't mind one or two Batard Montrachets missing.
The air, heavy with the scent of aged oak and rich, earthy notes, envelops the couple as they descend into a chamber with stone walls lined with rows upon rows of meticulously arranged bottles, adorned with dust-laden labels bearing the names of prestigious vineyards.
Lyudmila assumes the responsibility of perusing the selection, and upon making her choice, she returns to the central table.
"Now, this is my idea of a party," she declares, popping the cork and pouring glasses for her companion and herself. "I nearly forgot how much I missed spending time with you. Here's to that."
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Instead of voicing objections, Lyudmila's response was a resigned sigh.
While back in Moscow, where she had discussed the situation in detail with her father, Lyudmila did contemplate prolonging her stay. Ultimately, she found solace in the protection of her father.
However, hiding away was not truly her nature.
"Well, I appreciate your concern," Lyudmila expressed genuinely, even if it didn't sound as such. Considering whether to confide in the woman, she concluded that their long-standing familial connection meant Sveta would likely understand her.
"People will exploit any hint of vulnerability. I can't afford to appear weak, especially at this time." No matter if it meant in the eyes of the French or political opponents of her father.
"Your life story, while impressive, was never under question until you felt the need to piss like you were marking some imaginary territory." Sveta's bored sigh was matched with a glance down at her nails as she inspected them, disappointed more than anything. "I was simply referring to the fact that you might have wanted a break, given who else is here and the rumors."
And protection. Unafiliated left people open to ideas. Her lips pursed at the thought. "Konstantin is important, and by extension, regardless of your circumstances, you, too." she didn't have to like it, but there were things that were given.
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"Ask the waiter."
Where: Berkeley Manor
Who: @mobscene-starters
Maria could feel her nerves starting to frazzle. She wasn't relying on her usual crutch for the night, which meant she would fall onto another one.
With four shots bought, she slid two across to the person beside her.
"Help me with these?" She glances over in their direction.
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Awards After Party
@drrutherford
"Would now be a good time to take you up on that drink you promised? You certainly seem like you could use one."
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Awards After Party
@aviv-kasyanenko
"Before you dismiss me completely ––" Lyudmila slid a shot glass filled with clear liquid in front of him, while she held a matching one in her other hand, "–– consider this a peace offering."
Given that he was about to marry her best friend, she resolved to make an effort, at the very least.
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"Are you implying that my worth hinged solely on my role as Konstantin's wife?" Lyudmila arched her eyebrow. "You do understand that I am a self-sufficient lawyer with over a decade of experience, the co-founder of a human rights advocacy NGO with permanent observer status at the United Nations, and the primary donor for organizations Amnesty International, UN Watch, and Human Rights Watch?"
"So, remind me again, why was it you were 'not expecting to see me around as much'?"
FOR: @milaxkorshunova
WHEN: 22nd of March, 2024.
WHERE: Berkeley Estate.
"I must say," Sveta purred. "I didn't expect to see you around so much...considering."
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Lyudmila Korshunova attends the London Awards After Party at the Berkeley Estate
Date: Friday, March 22nd, 2024
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Reaction: Most Intimidating + Biggest Villain
@konstantinvorshevsky
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"Well, then he must be one of a kind. I recall a cousin – haven't seen him since we were about twelve – who would intentionally spill soda on his suit just to get out of the function. His poor mother was always beside herself with nerves. After three or four times, she made sure to have a spare tuxedo ready." Lyudmila's lips curled into a nostalgic smile as she reminisced about her youth.
She modestly acknowledged the compliment with a wave of her hand. Fortunately, this year, she hadn't witnessed any fashion mishaps – the bright pink of St. Pierre's ensemble is still engraved in her mind, just the thought giving her a headache.
What has kept you so busy? Melissa's question seemed intended as a polite inquiry, but before Lyudmila could filter her response, the words slipped out: "Divorce – consumed a good portion of my time." Quickly adding afterward, "I also spent some time back in Moscow with the family."
"Isn't he always?" her laughter filtered out and shifted her attention to Mila with a once-over and that classic Melissa Lin appreciative nod. "The amusing part is, he loves it. When I told him I was going with someone else, he pitched a fit." Much like handling a sulky teenager with John's disposition, she'd become used to his antics over the year and learned that with a firm hand, she could get him to heel. This was one puppy she didn't mind keeping around.
Reflecting on why she tolerated it for so long remained a mystery, yet here she stood, unfazed. Uncaring of what others might think, because although others may believe differently, she did care about the boy. It wasn't motherly love as others imagined it, but it was as close as.
Even if she would never accept that.
"I think the one we should be addressing is you, darling, magnificent. I'm sure certain men were humbled when you woke up this morning and chose violence." Melissa complimented, taking a thoughtful sip of the cold champagne. "Tell me, what has kept you so busy? I feel like it's been too long since we caught up."
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"We are slowly becoming those old grumpy people we'd sworn to never become." Lyudmila scoffed ironically, before eyeing Gideon up. "Someone's looking ready to go pick up an award or two. When did you finally develop a style?" Nothing but a teasing remark accompanied by a smile.
He snorts at his ex's remark. "Remind me, were you always this much of an optimist, or have we just grown more similar with age?"
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Almost instinctively, a smile graced Lyudmila's lips upon seeing Yuliya. However, as she recognized who was accompanying her tonight, that smile faltered, and her eyes scanned the surrounding crowd cautiously, hoping her ex-husband was preoccupied elsewhere.
She was not particularly in the mood for such interaction.
"I've been giving it my all," Lyudmila admitted sincerely to Yuliya. "And how about you? Every time I see you, you seem to grow even more radiant."
"A little longer I hope. I just got here." Yuliya offered a friendly smile.
There were perhaps fewer reasons now to approach Mila after the divorce, but Yuliya did her best to find what she can when the woman was family at some point. Hers, still, for as long as Mila would welcome the thought.
"How have you been?"
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"Go ahead and try, I would like to see you get manhandled by my security before even raising a hand in my direction."
"You won't be."
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"Are you still alive?"
"An hour."
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"Oh dear, I have numerous reasons, why it would be a disastrous decision, I do not even know where to begin."
@milaxkorshunova
"I was such a bad choice, that you decided to come alone?"
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@mobscene-starters
"God, people are exceptionally cheery, it seems. I wonder how long it will last."
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"Mrs. Hathaway," she said, turning her head towards the source of the compliment, acknowledging the unexpected presence of the woman. "Your words hold even greater significance coming from you. I trust you're having a good time thus far?"
@mobscene-starters
Event: Your outfit (Pre-Awards)
Dated: 23rd of March, 2024
Location: The Royal Albert Hall
Amidst the charged atmosphere of the event, where tensions and hostilities always simmered just beneath the surface of Dior, there was Cece, who despite any personal reservations or animosities remained committed to upholding a sense of grace and appreciation for excellence.
Scanning the room, her discerning eye caught sight of someone adorned in exquisite fashion. Despite any internal conflicts she might've harboured for them (maybe? she couldn't quite make out their face just yet), she still felt compelled to share her admiration by recognising and vocalising the elegance and style that had captured her mid drink. With a polite, "Oh Darling, there is an urgent matter that requires my attention and I must--." Adam cut her off with a nod and a kiss. Returning his kiss, she gracefully accepted her hand from him, and with a determined stride reminiscent of Napoleon Bonaparte's march to Moscow, she made her way over to an absolutely stunning outfit.
"You have such a great eye for fashion. That ensemble is simply fabulous!"
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