+ isabellacho : ah finally, the winter is over and now we can finally complain how everything is muddy. claire of course, was the one who complained the most. as she was talking to her sister on the phone while making her way down upper east side, claire had been avoiding every puddle of water simply because she didn’t want to get her new shoes dirty.
“…i mean of course he would. if i were him, i would too. jesus christ why can’t people just invent some stupid machines what would suck the streets dry, i can’t get my shoes dirty, i have to…… oh my god, this girl has the valentino bag i want!” she said, her voice full of astonishment. “i’ll call you back sis,” she finished the call before running after the girl who she had seen in constance before, “oh my god, where did you get this? i’ve been looking for this forever.” she asked the girl, pointing at her bag.