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Homecoming (open)

“New York might not be my favourite place but all my favourite people live here, so I guess I’m happy to be back. I hope you missed me?! Now, I don’t intend to dabble in gossip but I definitely need updates. So tell me, love?” Stella said before adding, “please don’t mind the accent. I’m one fourth English, so a trip to England does this to me. It’ll wear off in a few days.”

#back from hiatus #thonystarter #stellapowell #phew the exam is over!#missed you all soooooooooo much #homecoming #open for all

“Huh? Oh! Hi!”

#thonystarter #stellapowell #open for all #I couldn't come up with something better :/

Jace and Stella

Stella was crossing the Kaisers’ apartment building when she remembered that she should thank Mrs. Kaiser for the wonderful gift that she’d sent her. Well, yes it could’ve been conveyed by a simple call or message but Stella didn’t work like that. She always ensured that she expresses her gratitude (or displeasure) in person. So, she parks her car nearby, buys a bouquet of lilies from the florist round the corner - the only flowers she liked - and walks into the building. Once in the elevator, on her way to the penthouse, she starts having second thoughts. She should’ve asked the manager whether the lady of the house was at home. But, she was already there by the time she decided to recheck it. So, stepping out she makes her way to the living room but finds the house unusually quiet. Figuring that neither of the parent is at home, she decides to return before she encounters Jake. She was in no mood to talk to him after his rude behaviour at her birthday. Keeping the flowers on the centre table she turns to get back to the elevator but her heel gets caught in the carpet and her ankle twists. “Ouch!” she cries out in pain as she falls down.

#thonystarter #c: jace kaiser #stellapowell

Walking off the curb...

It was a downcast sky, the grey clouds making for a lazy start to a new day. But as usual, Stella was up and about. Walking down the street, in an unusual part of New York City, far from her house, her nose was buried in the Wall Street Journal while the big bag on her right shoulder made it slightly inconvenient for her to hold the newspaper. A gust of wind makes the lightly held newspaper fly out of her hands. In her desperate attempt to catch the flying pieces she carelessly steps off the curb and is pulled back by a grip on her arm. “What the-”