han jihyun. she/her. cisfemale. ›spotted at the met steps , paris jeong , most likely listening to 1st position by kehlani with their airpods pro . the twenty eight gained quite a reputation , known to be -impulsive yet +sincere to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about them wearing a thigh belt to match every dress, multiple layers of chain necklaces, she always have eyedrops on hand, colorful hair tinsels, leather jackets, followed by j'adore eau de parfum infinissime by dior . latest nepoupdates article talks about how she got into a modeling agency was because her mom slept with the director , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
as the daughter of famous out of this world actresses, paris have only known the good life. she was raised by nannies to knew her more than her own parents did (even if they took the time to play pretend at premieres) and the news media ate up the story of her lesbian parents who broke the barriers of two famous women being in love and having a child together. it seems like paris was enough for them because her moms stopped there. it wasn’t long before they pushed her into modeling.
it was fun at first, they spent so much time with her that she didn’t know how to react to it all so she said yes to it all. she let them dress her up and put her out there and soon enough it became natural to her. that’s probably where things started to take a turn, her moms stopped showing up and soon enough not at all. paris had people driving her everywhere her contract lead her and when she thought about quitting, she was hit with the reality that even at home they weren’t around. so it was easier being distracted by the life her moms opened up for her.
then it was like ever other story, the pressure to be thin and beautiful started when she became a teen. the girls were dropping their weight faster than paris could and it was then that one of the girls told her their secret. snorting coke for the first time hurt like hell, the cut that run through her nose for days lingered and she told herself that the high wasn’t even worth it. then, she tried again, it was different, it came in clean and something about it hit her harder. the rush of the high made it so that she could focus, so that she didn’t feel hungry or guilty for what she was doing to herself.
paris was getting booked left and right after that but she knew she couldn’t reply on drugs the whole time and then her new addiction became binging, that was easier. she would excuse herself and do what she needed to do without anyone blinking an eye but she knew that everyone knew and yet, no one stopped her. as her publicity grew, her moms suggested that she get into runway with a certain kind of company, one that she never thought she would ever get into but somehow she got the call and soon enough she was flying all over the world, walking for the biggest names and she never even questioned any of it but she wanted to settle down because she has never once taken time for herself, afraid that if she did, she would lose everything.
her opportunity came when she fainted at an event in milan and her agency didn’t want the bad press to follow them and the clients so they had her settle to stay and model in new york until the heat died down. this caused a riff between her moms who have yet to to visit her since she left the hospital. it’s nothing that paris can’t handle, she’s used to their absent, a part of her is grateful for it this time since they won’t be asking her what happened.
𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 #𝟓 :
muse k and muse l were best friends since diapers. at least until middle school. once they started growing up, muse l always thought of muse k as their best friend while muse k started to feel like they’re living in muse l’s shadow. sometimes it even felt as if their own mother loved muse l more. so for muse k, everything became a competition and it became their goal to be better than muse l in anything. so when muse l had to leave for full two months of summer to a foreign country, muse k bloomed. they were main attention focus yet again. made their new friends circle who follow them as lost puppies and has been spotted with muse m in intimate situations, who happens to be muse l’s ex significant other. but muse l’s comeback bursted the bubble muse k lived in for the entire summer and right now, the real question is whether muse k will go back to living in muse l’s shadow or will they go against their years of friendship? and let’s not forget about muse m in the picture. is the upper east side getting their own love trio?
muse k;
muse l; paris jeong
muse m; nika siriphon chaiyakan
WANTED CONNECTION
paris used to date your muse’s sibling but always flirted with your muse behind their back and maybe there was more to it idk - kellan
an ex that she just won’t let go of, she’s always giving them hope that there’s more and she’s always showing up at their dates and just being her toxic self and it works
someone they work with (could be toxic, doesn’t have to be)
they realized that they were dating the same person and they came to meet up and ended up being besties
paris is a bad influence on them that’s all
she has a soft spot for them and says yes to anything they ask without even thinking twice
enemies that hate each other publicly but fuck each other privately - henri
GIVE ME ALL THE PR SHIT
they have to do a shoot together for a book and it’s steamy and then suddenly that one book turns to a trilogy and so they kind of keep seeing each other
they grew up together and her parents have always like your muse and they never stop talking about how they should date but paris hates them bc of jealousy and she never gave them a chance even though on paper they’re kind of match - sofia
your muse is always saving her from bad situations (picking her up when she’s too drunk or taking care of her when she’s sick)
they blackmail her bc why not i want her to suffer lol
“ quick question , would you rather take fans following you the entire day or paparazzi ? ” eyes shift out to the couple of podcast fans lingering outside the cafe . “ like neither option is great but out of the two , which one is the lesser of two evils ? ”
"for me, i definitely would go with fans, at least they have lives and will get bored eventually. plus they don't get paid to wait around to watch me make a mistake and at least they'll support me in everything i do so there's that." paparazzi have no problem getting in anyone's personal space and for her that just wasn't okay.
she was out shopping, spending money that wasn’t hers but she didn’t care. if her moms thought that money would make up for their absents, they were right. all she had to do was talk about wonderful they were as moms and she got to use her card how ever she wanted. shopping only became more interesting when she spotted alro, of course, his attention would be on video games. that’s the one thing she remembers about him. paris made her way to the inside of the store and spotted him quickly in the small store. “jeez, you’re so dramatic,” she says as she brushes her hair back. making sure it looks perfect through the mirror on her phone case. “i’m looking for a game, why else would i be here?” she owes a switch, she was sure a cute game was out on display somewhere. “i walk runway, i know how to walk with heels on tiles without making a noise, walking up to someone is easy.” she watches as he got down to pick up his game and she helped by softly kicking a game to his direction. “you ask so many questions, let’s have lunch and i’ll answer all of them.”
a fight bubbled on his lips. it was a knee jerk reaction to bring up parts of their past whenever they found themselves together again. as if he was trying to compare his version of things to hers; perhaps hoping the truth could be found somewhere in the overlap. what had he really meant to her ? he wanted to bring up all the times he had to poke and prod her to go game hunting with him. or the disinterest he felt when trying to let her into his digital world to get closer to her. he hoped if he was an open book she’d let him take a peak at all her own chapters. he never got past the prologue. paris was just as much a mysterious to him now as she was when they were together. it made him question if it was ever really love, or if he was just hoping if he said it enough she’d believe it was too. maybe there was something about the two of them she knew, and he never would. maybe that’s why it was so easy for her to walk away, and why he stood watching go until there was nothing left to see.
❝ i don’t know. thought maybe you’d like to set the place on fire with me in it. at any rate, i’m glad arson isn’t on today’s menu. hope you find what you’re looking for. ❞ his movements stopped as she kicked a game in his direction. the fight on his lips no longer a gentle bubble but a searing boil as he took a deep breath to calm it down. he knew better than to engage. arlo should have left the games and left, but he made the mistake of catching her eye as he rose from the ground. the moment he did a soft rendition of the dark beast ganon battle began playing in his head. ❝ lunch ? that’s funny. ha-ha, see i’m laughing. you’re funny. HA. ❞ he didn’t say no. ❝ what ? so you can poison my dish ? throw hot tea in my face ? you’re trying to lure me to a secondary location, why ? bad things happen at secondary locations. ❞ so many words, but he still wasn’t saying the most important one ( s ).
relationships have never been her thing, even with tristan it only worked beccause they didn't try to fix each other, they just let things get worse while doing it with each other. she wanted nothing more than that and being with arlo felt like she couldn't. it wasn't like he out right was the worse boyfriend but she knew that no one could really handle her and her issues. she felt like every time he told her loved her, it felt like she was being pulled into being someone she wasn't. when he held her closer, it only made her want to pull away. but with all of that, she did feel something. of course, she never lets herself get to that place where someone can hurt her but she knew deep down what she was feeling and why she broke up with him. still, she somehow thought that being friends with an ex wouldn't be that big of a deal and it wasn't like she couldn't be friends with arlo. the guy was sweet and a bit too nice but she was able to look pass their past.
"again, there you go being dramatic. why would i set you on fire? did you do something to me that i wouldn't like?" that would definitely change things but arlo had never once even made her mad throughout their entire relationship so she really couldn't see him doing it. paris looks him as he starts to fake laugh and as stupid as it sounded, she couldn't help but crack a smile at him. "thanks, it came with the new personality i ordered off amazon. do you like it? i wore it just for you," she teases. "i'm trying to be nice here and i'm asking to catch up, if you don't want to i can go get lunch on my own."
❛ beggars can't be choosers and all that bullshit . ❜ tristan spoke when she deemed him to hell . something tristan didn't really take to heart too much . he knew that he had 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 paris or if she didn't care enough to be hurt by him . . . he at least knew he was the one to fuck up . their relationship may not have been the best but she still 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 deserve what he'd done . if she wanted him to be dragged to hell . . . ( fair enough . ) noticing as she eyed the skirts on the rack before pushing past . if tristan didn't know paris , he'd probably think 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 of it but because he did he took note of the small moment . walking forward , he ruffled through the same skirts . looking at the same rack as her . ❛ you know what they say , i'm like a cockroach . . . you just can't get rid of me . ❜ the male commented in a not so 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 tone before moving onto the next thing . ❛ you like this one ? ❜ tristan asked curiously , hands on the same skirt she had been looking at before .
"i never begged for anything in my life and i'm not about to start with you," it wasn't like she hadn't already forgive him by now. they have ran into each other a couple times since the gala and he's been hooking her up with things that she can't just get off the street when everyone knows who she is. so for now, she'll just go on as if he's not an ex that she wants to strangle every time he talks. "that describe you so well, you should think about changing your handles to @tristanthecockroach." she's still looking through the purses when his voice is softer and the same skirt she was looking at earlier is displayed in front of her. "of course, i like it. i just-" she swallows, it's hard to even talk about it now that he's not someone she can open up to anymore. tristan had made it so comfortable for her to be herself around him that now he reads her like a fucking book. "it's not my color." she turns back to look at the ysl at the top shelf.
tristan was a pretty simple person when it came to what he wore but when it came to his favorite types of shoes or if he was in any skate shop . . . he couldn't really control himself . it was moments like those he 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 he allowed himself the pleasure of milking his families money for what it was worth . ⏤ coming out of a shoe store , tristan had managed to get a new pair of nike sb pogo's that he'd been eyeing . along with a couple random pairs of socks . his next goal was getting a soft pretzel . ( was there really any other reason to go to the mall than the soft pretzels ? ) might as well 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 shop otherwise . stopping in his tracks when he came across the familiar figure . tristan smiled , playing nice . . . if that was even the right word for it . ❛ looks like we're just doomed to forever run into each other . ❜ he spoke easily .
she pauses to look up, "if there's a god, please, let the ground open up so the devil himself can pull tristan down to hell faster." paris turns around, "ugh, that's what i get for going down on my knees for the wrong people." she pushes past him to look at the skirts they had on display, she hates that shopping is so hard for her, all she does is look at the size and if she could fit into it. having dontaz dress her is so much easier, he doesn't mention the way her measurements changes. then having to do it in front of tristan was even harder, he was the only that she was able to freely talk about that with she grabs that the skirt at the very front and moves onto the rack that held purses. "so is there a reason why you decided to ruin my perfect nice day out?"
status : closed / ( @parisjeong )
location : … a gamestop at a mall somewhere
time came to a stop whenever arlo made his way into a gamestop. like a seamstress to a fabric store, this was his holy sanctuary. he knew the aisles by heart, could direct himself instantly to a game he’d already purchased just to remember how he felt when he picked it up for the first time. it wasn’t much of a store, with it being shoved into a random corner of the mall it was a lot smaller and a lot less taken care of than other stores, but it was still his favorite. he got lost in his own world whenever he was there. cradling a variety of games for different consoles as he battled with buying another set of joy cons, he couldn’t be happier. maybe that’s why he hadn’t heard paris step up beside him. he wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there, it was her hand on his shoulder that jolted him back to reality. “ oh, holy jumpscare ! ” he exclaimed, the way his body flinched causing his games to clatter to the ground and he shout a hand over his mouth in embarrassment as he looked at her. arlo let a minute of silence pass between them before he lowered his hands at his side. “ what are you doing here ? and how are you walking so quietly ? ” he questioned. “ got on some air jordans that literally allow you to walk on air or something ? ” he mumbled like a child, scooping his games back up in his arms and telling himself that no one noticed.
she was out shopping, spending money that wasn't hers but she didn't care. if her moms thought that money would make up for their absents, they were right. all she had to do was talk about wonderful they were as moms and she got to use her card how ever she wanted. shopping only became more interesting when she spotted alro, of course, his attention would be on video games. that's the one thing she remembers about him. paris made her way to the inside of the store and spotted him quickly in the small store. "jeez, you're so dramatic," she says as she brushes her hair back. making sure it looks perfect through the mirror on her phone case. "i'm looking for a game, why else would i be here?" she owes a switch, she was sure a cute game was out on display somewhere. "i walk runway, i know how to walk with heels on tiles without making a noise, walking up to someone is easy." she watches as he got down to pick up his game and she helped by softly kicking a game to his direction. "you ask so many questions, let's have lunch and i'll answer all of them."
"so, i have this new idea in mind for you that you're going to absolutely love." dontaz pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. he flipped it over so that paris could see it properly, his finger pressing against the page. "it's form fitting at the top and gets looser and more flowy towards the bottom. i haven't colored it in yet, but i was thinking of a soft, powder pink. it'd look perfect on you. and it's good for the summer too. we'll save the warmer colors for fall and winter."
"you know i love anything you dress me up in, how can i not when you make me look so good?" she owes a lot to dontaz, he took a chance on her when most people wouldn't want to. she was on the road to being the next problem child and she was trying to hold every break she could to stop it. paris isn't actually fixing the real problem, she's just covering it up in pretty things. "i love that and i just want to say, because of you, i'm getting invited to fashion week again so you might want to get started on more stuff."
people were still making their way into the building showing off their outfits so paris knew it was going to be a while before anything fun actually happens. they were up on the roof looking through the garden when she turns to look at the blonde with a wicked smile. "guess what tristan gave me and before you think something completely gross, it's our favorite little activity." doing drugs with dj was fun but doing drugs and being insanely reckless with dj was a different type of excitement.
nia’s gaze gracefully sweeps through the grand expanse of the met gala’s majestic hall , enraptured by the macabre ambiance that saturates the very air , and the tapestry of visionary ensembles that surrounds her . their attire , an enthralling fusion paying homage to amy dunne’s white dress veiled in blood , whispers in perfect accord with the nightmarish motif . every meticulous detail captures the essence of darkness , seamlessly blending elegance and terror , as they entwine in a macabre ballet of fashion .
“ hey , have you heard the buzz ? rumor has it that beyond the glitz and glam of this event , there’s a hidden secret — a ghostly presence haunting these halls , ” they whisper gently , voice adorned with a delicate guise of secrecy .
paris wouldn't be the first person to jump at the idea of ghosts, if they were real, she was sure some freaky shit would be happening in about every place that ever existed. "are we sure it's haunted or is someone just saying that to keep us out?" she stands up with a smile, "if that's the case, we should check it out. i want to see what they want to keep hidden."
"if bessie knew about this, you would be the worse brother in the world," she says as she pushes him on to the lounge chair that was in one of the millions of restrooms they had in the building. it was a bit far but paris wasn't about to cause her reputation to be ruin because of kellan of all people. she pulled up her dress to sit on his lap, an arm wraps lazily around him as she kisses his neck. "so you want to do something fun?"
in a way , paris and tristan made sense back when they were together . or they made completely no sense at all . both of them so 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 from their own feelings and emotions . there had always been this part of tristan that couldn't comprehend anything he was feeling or simply didn't want to . instead , he didn't let things run all that deep or affect him . even if it did , he'd 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 himself it didn't . he'd push things down so far , everything became this jumbled up mess of concealed and ignored thoughts . it became hard to really know what meant what and what feeling he felt about what . instead , he just came out of it all was a mind full of thoughts constantly 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 in his head with no real direction or hope of solving . and he was left in this distanced , dissociated and unsure attitude when it came to relationships and feelings or anything else he kept locked in a vault in his mind that not even he had complete access to . but the fact was , only paris could really handle being in a full blown relationship with him at that time for the time it lasted because they both couldn't fully invest in anything . they were both fucked from the get go . ( emotionally sucked dry . ) so in a way they were perfect for each other at that time or . . . they were horrible for each other because of how dysfunctional they were themselves , let alone in a relationship . that wasn't to say paris didn't play the role of girlfriend and tristan tried to play his role as boyfriend but obviously . . . failed with flying colors . ❛ you have a boyfriend ? does he knew about your new found commitment issues or is that between the two of us ? a little secret between you and me . keep things exciting . ❜ he teased . it was none of his business what paris was doing generally , let alone in whatever relationships she had . he probably should've left her alone . let her be but they had a way of feeling this urge to make each others lives a living hell . maybe it was their way of feeling 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 and the only way they knew how was to spin a bit out of control in whatever way possible . ❛ if anything he's probably learning tonight . i mean , hanging out with your ex instead of your new guy is a good sign right there . ❜
it had been pretty perfect having him as a boyfriend, she was just getting into runway and he was okay with the life that the modeling scene dragged her into. she didn't have to hide drugs from him and it was what they did together as well. it became fun having someone that didn't want to fix her or want her to get better, they were perfectly bad for each other and it worked. anyone that was around them knew how toxic they were and she had been fine with they way he acted because that meant that he was fine with what she was doing. even when it came down to her eating disorder, he didn't really make a big deal out of it and she had been thankful about it. hiding it from people was hard enough so when she decided to skip meals he didn't question her about it. she hadn't found anyone that understood her like that. it just sucks that he ruined it by humiliating her the way he did. that was what made it hard to stay or continue to be friends with him. paris put her faith into someone that she shouldn't have and it was a lesson learn for her to not even trust those who was exactly someone she needed.
of course her boyfriend wasn't really her boyfriend, just some pr shit so that the public liked her. being stuck in new york and having to start over sucks to say the least but she knew if she played the role right, showing up with the perfect man and showing everyone that she was capable of being a favorite again, everything would work itself out. "no he does and i would like to keep it that way," semaj was too nice of a guy to really know what he's dealing with, if only he knew the truth as to why she really needs this. "nothing between us is exciting, tristan. i heard you got boring. did mommy finally tell you to change or she'll put you out in the streets?" paris would rather be talking to tristan than to go back inside and staring at a plate full of food and get questioned why she's not touching it. "i'm not here to catch up with you, okay. i'm here to use your hit and go on my way, now hand it over."
"oh my god, ! i love that you can read my mind. let's go," paris says as she finishes the rest of her drink before making her way out to the exit. "i swear the gala is only known for the outfits and literally nothing else. i'm ready to get out of this dress and onto the after party."
tristan did at the time think things would be different . it was the only reason he got into a committed relationship in the first place . thinking that it'd 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 work out . that he wouldn't end up blowing everything up , trashing everything in the way he did . but at the end of the day , deep down . he felt he knew that it'd never last . feeling as if their relationship was 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 from the start . tristan being the equivalent of a packed bag . never fully unpacking , giving himself easy access to run away . ⏤ there was no question that tristan was the one in the wrong . he was the one that fucked things up . even if their relationship 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 and he had things he could bitch and moan about . in the end , he was the bad guy of this story . ( at least , that's what he continued to tell himself . ) ❛ what story are we going with today ? i turned you into someone that can't commit ? that has to run away from anything and everything real ? that i started your non - comital villain era ? ❜ sarcasm laced his words as he reached back out for the joint and brought it up to his lips , taking a hit . ⏤ paris and tristan were 𝐎𝐃𝐃 to say the least . their interaction feeling cold , like both of them felt nothing at all about any of it . that their past was just a way to pick and prod at each other . then again , that could've had more to do with the fact that getting further in , opening a window to peak inside their heads was seemingly 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 . . . they both had every window and door padlocked down . ❛ you come here with anyone ? ❜ the male asked bluntly . when it came to tristan , ( if curiosity really killed the cat , ) and he was that cat , he'd be dead .
things between them were so long ago that she doesn't even remember what it was like, maybe it's why she never cried over the heartbreak or why she's not that angry with him. maybe he did her a favor. after their relationship ended and it had to with the way she found out, she started traveling for work, going everywhere but home. tristan had embarrassed her in the worse way possible and it wasn't even the cheating that she was hurt by. the video was the only thing everyone ever talked about. paris was not about to be tied to a fucking sex video that wasn't her own. "where's the box where i check all of the above?" truth was, even if he didn't do what he did, she was sure she was already fucked up. the way she is so unfazed by whatever goes on in her life should be concerning but it's not. the fact that her moms don't ever see her or ask about her should make her feel like there's a hole in her life but it doesn't. maybe it's because she has gone so long without it that she's doesn't know what to feel. oh god, why was she even thinking so much into this right now? with tristan out of all people. don't get her wrong, just because she's not yelling at his face about what a let down he turned out to be, she just doesn't have the energy to bring up pain from the pass so paris will just stand there and let it go. "yeah, i came with my boyfriend. a football player, amazingly hot and nice," nice being that she knows he isn't railing shayla right now but she'll keep that part to herself. "i'm guess you came with someone or do you come alone to let everyone to know how available you are?"
there was 𝐍𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 that what tristan had done to paris wasn't right . they were together and he betrayed her trust . not only did he betray her trust and cause their whole relationship to 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇 and 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 but the way she found out was almost like the very unsettling cherry on top . the final push to make everything feel even more messy and crummy . in a lot of ways , tristan felt as though he woke up one day and knew it'd be the day he blew up their relationship . he'd always had the 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 ability to explode anything that had any real commitment to it . ( at least when it came to his r e l a t i o n s h i p s . ) that wasn't to say he didn't try when they were together or that he didn't actually feel things when he was with her . he was a human being , of course he did . of course , she meant something to him . but showing his feelings , letting go of the walls he built around himself . . . not self destructing and taking everyone down with him in the process . . . it seemed as though it was nearly 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 at this rate . ❛ is she ? hmm , didn't realize . ❜ tristan didn't enjoy rubbing anything in paris' face about their past . but he could've been serious or he could've played along . . . and playing along left more room to suppress any real thoughts or feelings . ❛ you know me , always trying to keep things fun . ❜ he commented , handing off the joint . ❛ you don't look too bad yourself , paris . ❜ tristan retorted despite the fact she said he looked terrible , ( b y g o n e s . )
she couldn't really blame the whole thing on shayla, even though she was a fucking homewrecker who slept with someone's else boyfriend but now paris isn't even that far from being the same thing. she does blame most of it on tristan. he was her boyfriend, someone she had actually thought cared about her and he only ended up being exactly what she thought of all guys who weren't ready for commitment were. paris would never share that she never really cried over him, maybe because she wasn't exactly as into him as she thought she had been but she wants to make him feel bad so she'll keep guilt tripping him into thinking that he had actually fucked her up for the worse. "right, every time things got too serious you ran away. i think you rubbed off on me." she walks over to him to lean against the railing so she didn't have to face him any more, an arm across her body as she took another hit before passing it back to him, "i know i look fucking good, don't have to tell me twice."
Angelina had found herself in the bathroom at the gala not too long after the event had even began. She had just gotten away from the flashing cameras and shouting photographers when the feeling of a draft grazed her backside, which immediately had her gunning for the bathroom - where she was looking at her back over her shoulder through the large mirror on the wall.
"Fuck.."
She reached behind her, trying to grab onto the zipper, but to no avail. "Why fuckin' me.." She groaned, before immediately straightening up when the doors swung open. "Paris," relief was apparent in her tone when she recognized the other woman. "Please?" She asked, her voice practically defeated as she turned her back to her, showing her the predicament she was currently in.
her head turns to look at angelina who was out of this world beautiful which came at the right time because just as the girl turned her body, she saw the dress fall loose only to get saved before anyone can see more than just skin and ran with her into the bathroom. there was no way she was about to let this poor girl on the cover of a magazine for something that was out of her control. she held up her dress and push the door open.
"yeah, of course." she walked up behind the other before opening her purse to pull out a safety pin, "i always bring these around because they dress us so close to the t and forget we need to walk up the steps." she pins the top closely together and then pulled up the zipper. paris opened the pin again to slip the slider into it, only to close it again. at least now the zipper won't slip down. "there you go, that should feel better too."
