who: @ofjupiters when: chateau ball. where: vineyards.
After the fiasco last night, Emiliano made it a point to insert himself in the gossip of the Luxor campus. He held a glass poured nearly to the rim with an overpriced wine, one that he would likely down within the next fifteen minutes. He saw a familiar face amongst the crowd, though he couldn’t readily recall the name of the brunette he was staring at. Still, he approached her, a haughty smirk on his lips like he frequently made her swoon. “Just as beautiful as the first time I saw you,” Emiliano mused and took a lengthy sip from his glass.












