❛ I can see it in your eyes. ❜ from irina!
MAMMA MIA: HERE WE GO AGAIN
Automatically her gaze falls, a defensive mechanism for statements exactly like that one. Harlow hadn’t even seen her approach, or heard her start talking. Her eyes had glazed over, staring into space for god knows how long and taking a ridiculous amount of time between blinks. Whatever Irina thought she saw, Harlow knew how to dance around or play off. ❛ Is it my sparkling personality? Or the need for a nap? ❜









