amani couldn’t help looking around during the ceremony, terribly conscious of other people’s eyes on her. “they’re not staring at you,” she told herself. “they’re just using their eyes and moving their heads. it’s normal.” she let out a little, shuddery breath, anxious as ever. she wore her princess-inspired azure ensemble for herself, but it turned out that her discomfort with the idea of people looking at her would still prick at her. “i really should’ve worn a veil. but it is someone else’s wedding after all. a veil’s for the bride.” || @mapleviewstarters
it seemed as if mia had a knack for detecting nervousness from a distance away. the blonde remembered the first time she attended such a fancy social event like this. she was five and nervous as all hell. as a result, she felt as if it was her duty to help those who were in the same predicament. looking around, amani definitely seemed to fit that bill. walking over to her, mia couldn’t help but overhear some of her muttering. “ a veil ?? to hide that beautiful face ?? absolutely not !! people are only staring at you because they know that you look simply ravishing and divine tonight. relish in that. tonight, think of yourself as a goddess. maybe then, some of these other dreadful attendees will get the hint. “













