seamelodyā:
A TRIP TOĀ theĀ boutiqueĀ wasĀ neverĀ aĀ desirableĀ conquestĀ amongĀ theĀ olive - tonedĀ girl .Ā auradonĀ womenĀ seeminglyĀ hadĀ anĀ unspokenĀ ruleĀ toĀ appearĀ desirableĀ āĀ perfect ,Ā atĀ allĀ times ,Ā aĀ feelingĀ whichĀ leftĀ melodyĀ feltĀ separatedĀ fromĀ theĀ crowdĀ (Ā aĀ feelingĀ sheĀ hadĀ grownĀ accustomedĀ toĀ inĀ herĀ twenty - fourĀ yearsĀ ofĀ lifeĀ ) .Ā itĀ wasĀ noĀ secretĀ sheĀ hadĀ waitedĀ aĀ bitĀ tooĀ longĀ betweenĀ visits ,Ā asĀ herĀ clothesĀ hadĀ grownĀ ratty ,Ā withĀ severalĀ holesĀ &Ā tearsĀ inĀ them .Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā uhĀ āĀ iĀ canĀ comeĀ backĀ tomorrow ?Ā iĀ donātĀ wannaĀ keepĀ youĀ anyĀ longerĀ ifĀ youĀ wereĀ justĀ gettingĀ readyĀ toĀ headĀ out .Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā ā && who would i be to turn away a poor unfortunate soul ? ā in reality, there was something about the other girl that drew her in . maybe it was evieās savior complex taking in every stray she saw , or maybe she just recognized something of herself in the other . when she first came to auradon , it wasnāt the easiest adjustment . sure she was awestruck with the glitz and glamour of things , but in her heart she still belonged to the isle .she looked && talked the part but at her core she was , undeniably , --- DIFFERENT . Ā she took a step closer, narrowed eyes assessing the challenge before her . like a bird of prey, she circled the other , fingertips trailing lightly across her shoulders , wincing ever so often at her --- tasteful , clothing taste .ā i definitely see a lot of potential --- Ā youāre very pretty. ā













