––- @axelmathis // Years had gone by since she had last seen him. She wasn’t sure if she would after he stopped baby sitting her–– the blonde had flourished from a preteen into a striking blonde vixen. It was at least what Briella considered herself, her long blonde locks were curled into simple perfection as she lay on her bed, attempting to decide what she was going to wear for her birthday party. Twenty-eight years old and her mother had insisted on hosting her a party, so she indulged, she wasn’t against having attention on herself. “Bri, sweetie,” her mother hollered, wandering through their home. “Yeah?” She chewed on the corner of her lip, jumping up as she slid her curves into the dress she had decided on. “I invited Axel to your party, I thought it would be nice to catch up,” her mother cooed. Her lips falling ajar, “I erm–– okay,” she winced, glancing down at her dress her finger brushed down her frame. How was she supposed to talk to the man she had INSISTED she would date; that she was so hopelessly in love with. God, younger her was embarrassing.
A few hours flew by as she debated how she was going to talk to him; her approach, a huff escaped her lips. Greeting a slew of people with smiles and hugs, graciously accepting presents as they piled up on her mother's countertop, and then as blonde curls flew and she spun. She saw him, damn, did he have to get even better looking? How was that even possible? “Axel, glad you could come,” she cooed, recovering from her momentary daze, arms extending to offer a hug. “How have you been?” her voice laced with honey, and her signature smirk painting her lips. Because if one thing was true. She had grown into her figure in the last few years.
