// A.N. 👀🤍. Spotify playlist is *always* in the comments! ♥
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The Venice Connection - The Time of Our Lives
Grace VanderWaal - Don't Assume What You Don't Know
Chase Atlantic - Moonlight
MGMT - Little Dark Age
---------- LYON, FRANCE -----------
1st of November
Six days later
A silk, midi black dress leaving my legs naked; my rose gold stiletto high heels killing my feet and a leather jacket on top. A red lipstick and a tinge of YSL's Black Opium perfume. My curly hair was thoroughly straightened by Elisabeth, the short curtain bangs were framing my face and, for the first time in my life, my hair was platinum blonde.
I had let my impulsive thoughts win earlier that day; my hair had been pink since I knew myself, and my natural shade was a boring dark brown. It was always either that brown, or a bright pink. Or a fucking platinum blonde, which I saw in a magazine and decided I needed on myself.
It made me feel like I was someone else; I wasn't sure who, but it felt nice as I stared at my reflection on the elevator mirror.
The elevator door opened on the 47th floor – the top floor of a luxurious building. A young man dressed in a formal black suit was standing by the elevator door, to welcome us. What I noticed first, was the warm scent of vanilla. Then, the glass – covered rooftop, over the glass – covered walls, fully displaying the lights of Lyon.
"Good evening," the mas smiled, bowing slightly as we approached.
"Good evening! A table for eight, please, we have a reservation," Elisabeth announced.
"Your name, please?" he asked politely, looking at Elisabeth as he held a piece of paper, which was previously laying on the table right next to him.
"I'm Elisabeth," she innocently smiled, a strand of her long hair twisting between her fingers, "I have a boyfriend, though."
The man raised his eyebrows, surely surprised by her answer. Then he smiled. "I mean the name the reservation is on."
"The reservation is on Jupiter!" Hayley interrupted the conversation. The man laughed quietly and Elisabeth's cheeks glowed red. She looked at me startled and wide-eyed; I couldn't help but start laughing. Little did she know that we were there to celebrate her birthday; no one had wished her happy birthday during the day, and she seemed somewhat disappointed about that, too, even though she was trying hard to conceal it.
Dim yellow fairy lights were hanging from the glass ceiling, and all the tables had candles and white roses, some of them slightly covered in glitter. Soft lounge music was playing in the background, by a live band; an atmospheric version of The Time of Our Lives, which fit perfectly.
"Right, thank you! It's our pleasure to have you here tonight," the man in the suit replied before gesturing us to follow him.it was
And we did. We walked through the tables, most of which were occupied by people dressed so much more formal than us. Luckily, there wasn't any dress code not allowing people to dress a little more punk rock. And, luckily, I surely didn't look punk rock that night – I wasn't sure what I looked like, but it certainly wasn't myself. But that wasn't necessarily bad.
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Fanfic❝I won't get mad if you admit that I'm a fucking murderer. I just don't want you to be afraid of me,❞ he says quietly, his lips apart, a mix of outrage and fear in his tense eyes. He takes a drag of his cigarette. ❝I'm not,❞ I mumble in surprise, my...
