@bastienprice. ( gracie & ) bas.
Gracie does her best to remain poised -- but, she can’t stop her cheeks from running vermilion or from hurting as much due to the bright smile plastered upon her delicate features. This isn’t just anyone. She’s know Bastien for a long time now, a kinship formed into something greater, that makes her heart pitter-patter uncontrollably. She’s not naive, nor as dull or idiotic as the public enjoys painting her simply because she’s a model-slash-actress. She’s worked hard for every opportunity, every bit of gold granted. He’s always been someone who understands, someone who looks beyond the glitz and glamour. He can see her. He’s been there in the quiet moments whilst she reviews her script, when she’s terribly bored and pulls out a large 1,000 page novel to bide her time. He’s been there through tough conversations, tears shed over bitter disposition, he’s even held her when she out-rightly sobs and her face looks like a punching bag. They haven’t even kissed yet, which makes her feel more giddy. She finally steps out from her hotel room, smoothing palms over the spring floral print dress she’d decided to dawn -- sweet, but not too sweet, a subtle sexiness to the way the fabric rests on her petite form. “Hi...” she coos, practically giggling as she looks up to see him.
