❝ we gotta do this more often. ❞
The petite blonde idly swirled her crystal glass of champagne, pink fur trimmed silken robe lazily hanging from her thin shoulders. Just barely painted lips drew back in a smile, something Caelia rarely did out of genuine interest, and her legs crossed as she leaned back on the pristine white couch.
Her highness had found a playmate that also enjoyed the finer things. The princess adored bringing people into her little world, though it was usually short lived. She did bore rather easily, after all.
“I’d love that. At least you aren’t another tacky Beverly Hills skank. I think I could talk to you, like, talk to you.” Head canted, a young man in a suit brought the bottle to her guest. “More champagne? Macarons?”
