@incnerate
Ava seriously hasnāt thought this through. Sheās standing on Riverās doorstep in her bridesmaidās dress with far too much liquor running through her veins without a single idea as to what sheās going to say. If this doesnāt go well sheāll blame it on her emotions being heightened by the wedding and Ā the copious amounts of wine making her slightly irrational and just shove everything that sheās about to spill out back down so she can pretend it doesnāt exist. She presses the doorbell and takes a step back, rubbing her arms to fight the biting chill of the night air as she waits for him to come. Sheās balanced precariously in her high heels, only moments away from tipping over as she leans against the wall slightly for extra support. At this point, despite the alcohol fogging up her brain, her heartās working overtime as it beats away in her chest. Sheās more than nervous; her mouth goes dry as she hears footsteps come towards the door.













