closed starter for @gcorgia
their friendship had always been surface level, the two simply indulging in the attention they got as a unit, as being two of hollywood’s biggest party girls. and granted, georgia didn’t know the truth to her husband’s death, she knew the girl well enough to know that she wouldn’t be too beaten up about it. sitting in her room as she spun around in her vanity chair, watching as georgia tried on the few crowns she had inherited during her short time as princess of denmark, she let out a heavy sigh, stopping in her seat as she pouted her lips. “i know my daddy can make me as many tiaras as i want, but it’s not the same as it being placed on your head by a prince, you know?” she said with a slight pout of her lips. “god i hope that housekeeper is fucking rotting in that jail cell. and now i have to mourn for sixty days and i can’t even be seen having any fun....” she said, lips curling into a mischievous grin as she untwisted the top of her crucifix necklace, revealing a little spoon that she dipped into the base, scooping up a bit of the white powder that rested inside of it. “in public.” she said with a wicked grin, holding it up to her nose as she snorted up the bump.










