she had to admit — these mixers that brought the students of yale and harvard together were some of elle's favorite events of the year. she didn't care much about the big football game itself, but socializing and making friends had always been her forté, as well as one of her favorite things to do. elle sips at her drink, bright and friendly blue eyes scanning around the mess hall, before they land on a yale girl standing by the wall. elle audibly gasps, stepping up to the other as she points at the girl's shirt with a manicured finger. 'oh my gosh — i love your sweater! where did you get it? it looks vintage — i love a good retro find,' @gilmor.
















