Devil in a New Dress || NYE Ball
Slender fingers wracked with nerves continue to smooth over the white material, removing non-existent creases. She picks at the black opening of the dress, somehow feeling constricted in the backless item. If she had her choice, she’d be in a black, tight to the skin, mini dress with her hair messily down. Wearing gowns and attending balls wasn’t exactly her scene. She’d have much rather Charles had taken her to a proper new years eve club event, with bottle service just for them. But Tamsin was coming to terms with the fact that men who wore rolexes and dressed in Tom Ford suits did everything for propriety; even their entertainment. She looks around her, noting the distinct plastic quality of the people around her, their champagne flutes almost unnaturally gold in colour. A forced sigh leaves her lips. She reminds herself of the price tag of her dress and shoes-- of the Tiffany bracelet adorned on her wrist. Besides, if it was any consolation, she did look gorgeous, and Charles could hardly keep his eyes off of her.
And of course, there was the fact that she didn’t have to endure the naivety by herself. Her eyes met Kimi’s, and she smiled properly, for the first time since she’d entered the venue. Charles appeared to be preoccupied with someone or another, and Tamsin wrapped her hand around her friend’s upper arm, leaning in. “Let’s go get some actual drinks.” There’s a giggle in her throat, as she lets herself feel the excitement that normally occupies her. She wanted to walk across the floor with her heels, her height standing out among the crowd, her curves real and a touch too young, just enough to entice. Pulling Kimi along, she sways with renewed confidence. “You look fucking fantastic, b-t-w.”














