M O N E T GREY
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Monet couldnât help but grin as Isaac teased them. They didnât mean to be pushy and practically parent him, but they didnât always know how else to express that they cared. They were also projecting their worries about their younger sister onto him. Monet couldnât help but feel slightly guilty for being so far away from her this year. The Grey family had their first Christmas without their mother the year before, and now Petra had gone through her first holiday season without her only sibling. There had been a lot of firsts for their family in the past few years.
Monet couldnât be there with their sister, but it was easy to take that worry and guilt and use it to fret over their friends. It would fade quickly, just as it had before. Even in that moment, as Monet greeted friends and complemented outfits, the sense of worry and guilt seemed to melt away. Everyone was having a good time, and so would Monet.
Hatchâs arrival was a welcome one, in Monetâs book. They grinned at the compliment, and quickly fired back with, âYou look fantastic, and I feel underdressed!â It was mostly in jest; Monet was comfortable enough in their own skin not to be too bothered by the way other people were dressed at a house party (even if they still couldnât quite wrap their head around wearing heels to an event like this). They were glad to see that Hatch and Isaac seemed to be getting on well enough, and when Hatch asked about the holidays, Monet shrugged.
âI was here. It was⊠Nice and calm, mostly. Kind of nice, really.â That was a total lie; Monet had hated being alone. It was too quiet, boring, and slightly depressing. They were due a little excitement.
However, an upset Isabella Vayne was not what Monet had in mind. Silently, Monet said a thankful prayer to no-one-in-particularly that Hatch had been there to hold Bella back. They werenât sure there were many others at the party that Isabella would have allowed to restrain her. âReally? Come on, Isabella; I know itâs upsetting, but this is a fucking party. Shit happens.â And this is why you donât wear your fancy new furs to a college party. Monet was fairly sure Isaac wouldnât dump his drink on someone on purpose, but even if he did, not many people would really blame him for targeting Isabella Vayne.
Monet couldnât help but grin as Isaac teased them. They didnât mean to be pushy and practically parent him, but they didnât always know how else to express that they cared. They were also projecting their worries about their younger sister onto him. Monet couldnât help but feel slightly guilty for being so far away from her this year. The Grey family had their first Christmas without their mother the year before, and now Petra had gone through her first holiday season without her only sibling. There had been a lot of firsts for their family in the past few years.
Monet couldnât be there with their sister, but it was easy to take that worry and guilt and use it to fret over their friends. It would fade quickly, just as it had before. Even in that moment, as Monet greeted friends and complemented outfits, the sense of worry and guilt seemed to melt away. Everyone was having a good time, and so would Monet.
Hatchâs arrival was a welcome one, in Monetâs book. They grinned at the compliment, and quickly fired back with, âYou look fantastic, and I feel underdressed!â It was mostly in jest; Monet was comfortable enough in their own skin not to be too bothered by the way other people were dressed at a house party (even if they still couldnât quite wrap their head around wearing heels to an event like this). They were glad to see that Hatch and Isaac seemed to be getting on well enough, and when Hatch asked about the holidays, Monet shrugged.
âI was here. It was⊠Nice and calm, mostly. Kind of nice, really.â That was a total lie; Monet had hated being alone. It was too quiet, boring, and slightly depressing. They were due a little excitement.
However, an upset Isabella Vayne was not what Monet had in mind. Silently, Monet said a thankful prayer to no-one-in-particularly that Hatch had been there to hold Bella back. They werenât sure there were many others at the party that Isabella would have allowed to restrain her. âReally? Come on, Isabella; I know itâs upsetting, but this is a fucking party. Shit happens.â And this is why you donât wear your fancy new furs to a college party. Monet was fairly sure Isaac wouldnât dump his drink on someone on purpose, but even if he did, not many people would really blame him for targeting Isabella Vayne.