"Woah..." Hope managed to mumble out. She had woken up to the sound of the birds chirping and realized she wasn't inside Christine. Her whole body felt like it went through heaven and back as she remembered the night of passion she had with the car.

She never thought that having her first time WITH a vehicle would be this... incredible. Her heart raced as she slowly got up, tying on a strawberry red robe with lace and 3/4 sleeves onto her bare body. Her hair a mess from fingers running through it last night. Hope could feel marks on her neck as she gently caressed it, feeling the dark purple-hues bumps at her fingertips. It was obvious Christine was corrupting the blonde.

Rummaging through her drawers, she pulled out a wooden chestnut box. Opening it, she pulled out a box of cigarettes and a beautiful bejeweled lighter: silver with red stones and a single heart-shaped emerald in the center of it. Taking her little 'treats' with her, she headed downstairs.

Hope turned on the radio and the song 'Remember Me This Way' by Jordan Hill began playing. She opened the pack of Lucky Strikes and flicked open the lid, setting the tip of the lighter ablaze, closing the lid straight after. She inhaled a puff of smoke and blew it out, sighing. She could tell her makeup was smeared, yet she didn't care.

The smell of smoke filled her nose as she smoked her cigarette. Hope leaned back onto the couch, the front of her robe parting slightly and revealing her watermelon-sized breasts a sliver. In front of her was a crystal ashtray, most likely set there by her father prior to her date with Christine from what she could see. She smiled faintly, her father always wanted to make her happy even when she was only a little girl..

Once she finished smoking the cigarette down to the butt, she put it out in the ashtray, the music playing as she listened to the song. Hope found she really liked this sort of music, reminding her of her past.. and future. She got up and went back upstairs to get herself dressed.

A few hours later, Hope was clad in a simple long-sleeve midnight dress with small diamonds on the skirt, powder blue flats and the only bit of ruby jewelry she wore was a gold necklace with an abundance of rubies and pearls, complete with matching earrings. She then proceeded to check the mail. "Hm.. junk, junk, fan-letter, invite- wait what?" She then pulled out an intricate cream colored envelope with silver swirls on it, addressed to her.

The girl flipped the letter over and saw it was from her agency; basically an invitation to a dance competition in Paris, France. She smiled as she read it word-for-word. Hope put the letter down and began packing for her trip to Paris. As she was packing, she looked over at the jewelry she would bring with her, making sure it would match with her dresses and outfits.

She sighed, knowing that Christine would be lonely without her around and decided to pack one pack of cigarettes with a built-in lighter. Even though she knew she could get away with smoking, she wouldn't give her rivals the satisfaction of seeing her with a lighter in her hands. Hope trusted her father to take care of Christine while she was away.

Once she packed the last of her clothes and jewelry, she closed her suitcase. She knew that she often got letters like that from her agency as she was their most talented dancer, having gotten her skills from her late mother, the beautiful Penelope Quincy, aka the 'White Maiden' of ballroom dancing. Her long blonde hair often contrasted perfectly with any of her dresses, makeup and jewelry she would wear as some pieces were from her days when she was alive.

Everyone expected the blonde to follow in her mother's footsteps of being a dancer then a model as Penelope's face was everywhere for a few years until her death years later when Hope was only 8 years old. She sighed once more, leaning against the wall as she remembered her mother's warm smile.. the way her bright sapphire eyes sparkled at the corners.. how her whole body swayed to the rhythm to every song ever sung..

She raised her head, blinking back tears as she remembered Penelope.. Hope raised her hand, reaching up and removing her tears. She knew she was making her mother proud with how she was able to dance and look just as beautiful as she has been many years ago...

Hope looked over her shoulder, seeing a framed picture of Penelope and 5 year old her. She chuckled softly.. she and her mother were always two peas in a pod, often dressing similar to her with different colors and jewelry. She reached out and caressed her cheek in the photo. She would never get forget Penelope.. she then placed her suitcase at the wall beside her bed and sat down onto her bed, kicking her legs a little.

She hoped she would win the championship like she always did in her mother's memory...