𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 bonnie bennett returned from her summer vacation in back in full confidence and unfiltered. she was done being elena and caroline undesirable friend.
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third-person point of view 𝟣𝟤:𝟣𝟤 𝖯𝖬 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧
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𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁
𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧 made her way through the bustling airport, the lively hum of travelers blended with the rhythmic clatter of rolling luggage and the occasional crackling announcement of departing flights. her stride was smooth and self-assured, every movement deliberate yet easy, as though she were perfectly at home amidst the chaos. the soft scent of her light floral perfume lingered faintly in her wake, a subtle signature of her presence.
her outfit was both comfortable and stylish—a white crop top tank hugged her figure, neatly tucked beneath grey cotton leggings that sculpted her toned legs. the white socks peeking out from her light pink crocs added a playful, carefree touch to the ensemble. her victoria's secret zippered sweater, in a matching soft pink, hung open on her shoulders, its edges fluttering slightly with her steps, though she could zip it up at any moment if the airport's overzealous air conditioning became too much.
bonnie's dark hair was swept back into a sleek, low bun, with every strand laid meticulously in place, her edges smooth and flawless. her natural beauty shone effortlessly; she wore minimal makeup—just enough to enhance her glow. a flutter of thick, dark lashes framed her vibrant emerald-green eyes, drawing attention to their piercing depth. her lips, lined in a soft brown, glimmered under the overhead lights with a coat of sheer pink gloss, adding the perfect touch of glossiness to her relaxed expression. there was a quiet poise in the way she held herself, her lips curving occasionally into small, polite smiles as she navigated the bustling terminal.
at the baggage claim, bonnie stood calmly amid the sea of anxious travelers. while others leaned forward, necks craned, shifting impatiently from foot to foot, bonnie stood still, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other drumming soft, rhythmic patterns against the strap of her crossbody purse. her stance was balanced, casual but alert, her gaze fixed on the carousel as it slowly sputtered into life.
as the familiar cheetah-print bag appeared on the conveyor belt, a small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips. she leaned forward gracefully, fingers curling around the strap, lifting the bag with an ease that hinted at quiet strength. moments later, her grey-and-green suitcase rolled into view. the bold initials "BB" emblazoned on its side stood out proudly, a reflection of her understated but undeniable sense of style.
"finally," she murmured to herself with a soft chuckle, her voice low and light. with a fluid motion, she tugged the suitcase off the belt, her muscles flexing ever so slightly as she adjusted the handle for rolling.
