WHEN: 6 june 2020
WHERE: synthesis launch party @ the brooklyn botanic garden
WHO: @ofmarvil
The universe was out to humble her. Massie felt like she was the butt of some grand cosmic joke — how else would she have managed to get Humpty Dumpty barf on her designer heels for the second time in a single decade? Turns out the standards for a start-up launch party weren’t that much higher than a high school rager.
Her VEERAH heels looked like they were beyond repair, but that didn’t stop Massie from leaning over the bathroom sink and attempt to wash out the vomit from the vegan silk. Dempsey was so getting billed, for both her shoes and the therapy session Massie was booking as soon as she got back into Manhattan.
The bathroom door opened, and Massie immediately barked out, “Occupied!” Two other people had attempted to get into the public bathroom, only to be immediately scared off by Massie’s dark aura. At some point, someone was bound to leak the story of Massie’s fashion emergency, and she was doing everything she could to avoid getting caught barefoot in Brooklyn.
Reading between the lines wasn’t rocket science. Being able to read the difference between a green heart and orange heart was the first thing one learned as part of the Pretty Committee, so Dylan could recognize a crisis. Massie may had disappeared to England, but the woman could see the familiar signs in her former alpha.
“I come in peace,” she assured, unfazed by the attitude from the fake Brit. After designing and styling for the divas she worked with, little could startle Dylan. Not even Massie, who she once so greatly admired. That was the truth of the matter, Dylan realized. She didn’t owe Massie anything; none of them did, but she felt the familiar pull back into their orbits. They had grown up, but some things never changed. Assessing the latest celebrity gossip with Alicia, helping Kristen make flash cards, and brainstorming with Claire - still felt familiar. Like stepping into an old pair of heels.
“So we can’t do anything about the smell, but I know how to at least treat the stain,” she offered. A long time ago, the woman in front of her picked her and taught her to shine. For that reason alone, Dylan acknowledged she owed Massie a favor. “Also, I know they’re not glamorous but I do have a pair of flats for you. It beats walking barefoot in Brooklyn.”