May 5, 2017
&&. ARMANI / @armanicatherina
“Who told you?” Noor demanded, half-incensed and half-joking, “If it was my sister, or Lykke, I hope you know that I’m going to kill her, and I hope you won’t try to stop me.” Some people lived for their birthdays. Noor had never particularly liked hers. Too much commotion, too many people knew too much about her, she hated growing up and being twenty-one meant a slew of adult obligations. If she had been home, it would have been quieter, but she was in Shanghai, surrounded by her friends, and she was forcing herself to accept that they would want to celebrate more than she did.
“Thank you, Armani,” she said, softer, pulling her into a hug, “I feel ancient.”