▬ at pryzm , port elisabeth. ▬ around 11 in the evening. ▬ open starter ( @elisabethstarters ).
Her mother was relentless, and every once in a while, to calm Angelica Rockefeller ( separated, but uncapable of changing her last time for the life of her ), Madeleine would agree to go on a date with one of her suitors. Sometimes it was fun, she was in the mood to go out, get dressed, have drinks and inevitably go back home, because most of rich men were extremely dull. She missed the thrill of photographing inhospitable places on earth and how could any of them even remotely relate to that when their idea of adventure was staying at the four seasons hotel in Bali? That night she was fighting not to roll her eyes, the man her mother had set her up with was from New York, apparently his family owned a lot of things, and he was handsome yes, but shut up, oh my fucking God shut the hell up. Still she smiled, and feigned interest with some well put exclamations and nods, until she couldn’t take it anymore, she asked to go to the bathroom, and in a desperation attempt, on the way, she grabbed the first arm she could see and dragged them with her from people’s sights. “You----” she pointed to them once they were in a more reclusive environment, “you have been assigned to save me. Make up a story, I don’t care, just please save me from the most boring date I have ever been in. I am fighting to keep my eyes open, I’m fighting not to throw myself from the rooftop, so please? Just... do it. I’ll give you whatever the hell you want afterwards... and I’m sorry for dragging you.”