“i didn’t see you at the wedding.” she shot a faux-glare at her friend from the rim of her glass of mimosa, her tone a mix of accusation and exasperation. “did you even come at all?” of course she did! dianna’s eagle eyes had the distinct habit of cataloguing every useful face in every event for future use, and the monegasque princess’ sharp laughter was something that she could pick up from across any crowded ballroom. “or did your little italian kept you busy all night, hm?” ( @hshmimi )














