@florasolitude -- home. michaela avoiding suitors in their efforts to sneak away.
a small laugh echoed within the library, closing the door behind them. "they are surely like bees who have smelled honey. all of them coming for the attack."
the instant francesca had arrived, michaela had known. her eyes, gods, the slightest bit of green within them. she could drown in the color alone.
lips upturn in a small smirk as she seemed to often render the brunette speechless, a feeling she so did love. "i do, in fact, --
though, a costume party did provide her with some anonymity .
゛i don’t suppose you feel the same .ᐣ ˶
she could tell exactly who was behind the red mask without even turning around — the scent of her perfume was enough to make francesca buckle at the knees .
@florasolitude -- the wiser. two women? oh, they were only friends of course ...
lips curled into a smirk, brows rasied. "let us go then . ." offering an arm, the two went with arms hooked together. each now baring a glass of champagne as they quickly slid out into the quiet of the --