@gracefontaine ✷ closed.
“Bonjour, mon sucre!”
Lusine sashayed into the dressing room, passing by the little angel as she took a seat at her typical vanity. There was a good bit of time until her routine, but she began to dig through her makeup bag anyways.
“Oh.” The rustling stopped, and the venus spun around in her chair to peer at Grace through the mirror of her own vanity..
“Miss Grace,” she said, sweet as sugar though suspicion weighs heavy in her mind. Truth be told it could have been any of the girls; borrowing without permission was as popular a pastime as avoiding drunks, but even in her sweetness the nymph left Lusine with only the taste of salt in her mouth. “Lately, I find that my things keep disappearing from my vanity. You haven’t seen them lying around, have you?”