“ welcome ! ” you can feel yellow’s semi-disdainful ( yet knowing ) gaze burn into your back as you abandon your throne ( again ) to greet your guests; you pay little mind to the whispers as you pass by, mingling into the crowd and closer to the front entrance, to where your newest ball-goers arrive.
carefully your legs bend in a curtsy, acknowledging tourmaline and her pearl personally.
“ i’m so delighted the two of you could attend ! please, make yourself comfortable. ”
@pearlsfect ♥’d for a starter.












