Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works. I’ve been revising my New Adult steampunk romance, STEAM ME UP RAWLEY, so I thought I’d share and give the next eight sentences following last week’s where the heroine (Adele) is at a fancy outdoor party, talking to her pet monkey and Claire catches her. Adele has just asked her how she’s liking her party:
Claire stepped forward, her genetically modified parakeet on her shoulder exactly matching the brown locks of her elaborate hairdo. “It’s all right,” she replied in a voice that said it was anything but—after all, she mustn’t look too pleased. From between Claire’s shoulder blades, a lightweight brass bar curved up and outward, topped by a frilly parasol in the same shade as her dress: mustard yellow. So, Claire had adopted the latest fad—typical. A slight hum sounded as the parasol shifted to block the sun.
Adele would never go under the knife for such frivolous enhancements, even if it was how her father made his living. Who cared about keeping up with Claire’s ilk? Adele never had much interest in hobnobbing with Mobile’s best families, though the four tattoos vertically aligned on her neck, each denoting her grandparents’ families, would place her at such a party even without her official role here as the society reporter.
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