Claire Keane
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Fetish Liza
Cleaning the portraits was a great opportunity to see how much the household had changed over the years.
2:00am BST kick-off? Worth it.
The shoes were reserved for the bedroom. It's not as if she could walk in them.
Gala/Galatea....
kiss me
She slid into the passenger seat without so much as a hello, dropping her bag onto her lap and immediately reaching for her phone.
"Ew."
Not even a glance in his direction. He pulled away from the curb, and she was already sighing.
"Don't speak unless you're apologising."
He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and closed it again. She scrolled through her phone, unbothered, until the car eased to a gentle stop at a red light.
"Why are you driving like grandma?"
Still no eye contact. Just her thumb flicking across the screen, brows raised like she was waiting for an explanation she already knew wouldn't be good enough.
A few minutes passed. She glanced up, taking in the street they were approaching, and her expression shifted into something sharper.
"Don't embarrass me when we pull up. I don't know you when we get there, by the way."
He risked a glance over at her. Big mistake.
"What are you looking at? Don't look at me. Watch the road."
She turned back to her phone, foot tapping against the floor of the car, clearly counting the seconds. When she checked the time again, her patience had visibly run out.
"Why is this taking forever? We left, like, two minutes ago."
He said nothing. She rolled her eyes at the silence anyway.
The car rolled to a stop outside the venue, lights and music spilling out into the night. She didn't wait for him to say goodbye - she was already gathering her things, phone in hand, taking a selfie and checking her reflection in the mirror one last time.
"Finally," she muttered, pushing the door open before he'd even put the car in park.
She stepped out without a glance back, heels clicking against the pavement, already melting into the crowd of arriving guests. The door swung shut behind her with a soft thud, and just like that, she was gone - leaving only the smell of her perfume lingering in the car.
Thank goodness for small mercies.