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a little pink organic cigarette dangled between two of victoria sutton’s fingers. her nails sparkled in the sunlight of the afternoon, she made sure to always have them coated with a bit of glitter just so she could watch them shine. she played a pretty nice part, pretending to be as high class and sophisticated as her mother. the truth of the matter was that she was so far from fleur sutton that it hurt to even think about their similarities.Â
she was a really good actress as she sat at an outdoor table, long legs crossed as she held a copy of vouge. it was all the same and quite honestly it was BORING. way too uninteresting for the young blonde. placing the magazine on the table, vic picked up her tea and began to take a sip before noticing a familiar face– well, head. getting up, she abandoned her vouge and her slightly cool tea and walked her way over to the person. she puffed away at the rest of the cigarette and placed herself next to the person she saw.Â
“ you look awfully lonely over here, figured you might want some company. ” / @bainbridgestarters​