Can’t Read My Poker Face |*| [Perchess]
@duchesslablanc
Perdita had thrown herself into her work. It was a good distraction from the hell that was the rest of her life. It was a good distraction from Paul (though, also, not at all, seeing as his name was one of the ones on her list, how had that happened? she couldn’t even really remember properly.) Also, now that Anita was dating Roger (which really, thank god, it had been long enough), but the fissure of their little group was more glaring than ever.
There were no double dates like Perdita used to tease Anita about. No movie nights with the four of them anymore. No outings to parks or Anita’s house up in the countryside.
They were broken and it was all Perdita’s fault. That was all she did was break things--she’d done the same with her real family as well as her found one. She just broke things into tiny little pieces, until they were too small to fit back together properly. It just left her at a baffled loss and wanting to run.
But, she couldn’t run--because she had her babies.
So, instead, she threw herself into anything to distract herself. Right now, that meant sitting on Duchess’ couch, her hair back in a smooth ponytail to keep it out of her face as she looked over the list in her lap. She’d handed Duchess a copy as well, so that the could both make notes.
Marie was top of the page. Bonfamille. It was alphabetical.
“Well, of course you know Marie. I swear I didn’t know it was her at first. She just had a good walk--excellent taste. Though, if I’m honest, her height doesn’t do her any favours in the modeling world. And she might be a bit too--cute. Her face is a bit more round than the typical model, but I know that is not exactly what we are going for.”
