𖥻 ❙ ━ 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗦.
❛ IT WAS NEVER JUST AN INFATUATION. ❜
take a dive in the life of luxury as you follow
valerie tesfaye in her ongoing battle between
who she is, who she wants to be, and what
has to be done to get th...
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𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆, god is a woman 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗻 - 𝗵𝗶, 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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IT'S THAT TIME OF year again when the mere act of descending a staircase means you're a woman.
That's right, it's debutante season.
"I'm actually glad I'm going with Prince Theodore instead of Nate." Blair starts, "The further we get from the breakup, the more self-involved I see he was." she nods, "Always so brooding, so tortured." I hum, "A girl wants Romeo, not Hamlet." B agrees.
"Romeo died." Serena reminds us, "Yeah, but he died for something exciting." I retort. Causing B to nod as she points at me, "And I want my debutante ball to be something to die for." Blair tells us.
Making both of us chuckle, "All I get with Nate is some rose in the back of a town car. But with the prince, I get a security detail, and a high-speed chase to Pierre after it's over." B rants.
"Ohh, I can see you on the cover of Hello already." Serena smiles, "Try New York Times." I tease.
Smiling at my best friends I clap my hands together, "You and Campbell are going together, right?" S asks me. Nodding I turn to the blond, "He hasn't formally asked yet, but he did ask which colour I'm wearing." I tell her, "Which is?" she trails off.
"Navy blue." Blair and I say in unison, "That colour makes her pop. Well, yellow does more. But this is a gala. We are going blue, and silver details." B tells Serena. Sighing out I think about my outfit, "I'm in love with the dress. And the shoes." I squeak happily.
"Is your mom mad that you're not being presented?" I ask Serena, changing the subject. Turning to her, she squeezes her face, "Well, she doesn't really have a leg to stand on since I find out she used to be my boyfriends' father's biggest fan." she trails off.
"Yeah." I wince, "Ew, it sounds so gross when you say it out loud." she cringes. Arriving at the dance studio, "Silly me actually that you wanted to go." B hums, "I'm here with you two, aren't I?" S tries.
