˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇 ┃ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ➸ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

"𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞."

♡

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝟐𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐘/𝐍

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐑 often was a friend or enemy in Paris, the beauty of it was undeniable yet sadly it wasn't the best of friends if you were late and had a bitch for a boss, although Y/N couldn't complain because she never got in trouble often.

Y/N rushed towards the cobbled streets, the building of her work looming ahead of her as she shouldered her bag, sweeping away the long waves of her hair which had tumbled down her back gracefully, its H/C strands were enticement itself as people would often tell her.

Slung around her neck lay the treasured beauty of her experiences, her ambitions and goals. The camera shone a delicious silver, its beaming glisten seemed to match the stars as Y/N eyed it fervently, seeing if she had forgotten it behind.

A simple design could hold such importance for memories were fragile and intriguing, something to ponder on and something to enjoy.

Gently pushing the glassy door open, Y/N could almost see the disappointment on the receptionist's face at the fact she had to register another photographer in, but the receptionist's eyes shone with light as Y/N walked in.

"Y/N, hello there." she greeted politely, turning her attention to the documents on her computer, "Madame Josephine will see to you now."

Y/N who was fiddling with her bag and had taken a seat, sprung up again, "Madame Josephine?" she repeated, unfazed but a feeling of apprehension had settled inside.

For all those new to Madame Josephine, she was what you called her, a world-class bitch of this year. With a whopping record for firing 15 employers in the space of a week, she was an embodiment of loving terror.

Y/N had always managed to escape her wrath with her calming nature, a feature of hers which people often liked. The air around her always became tranquil, she had a gift of calming people down, and Madame Josephine often needed that with her explosive rages.

Photographers at Y/N's workplace always categorised Madame Josephine's rages as displays of passion for she refused to ever admit she was an angry woman. It was one of the only ways to survive here.

Y/N will forever always remember the first day she got screamed at, it was her childishly annoying friend Mélina who had snuck in the office and tried to force Y/N to escape through a window and ditch work to hang out so she could tell some new gossip rules.

Y/N was only a teenager then, but at her age of 28 she was forever still shaken by the telling off she received then. For Y/N L/N was a calm girl, mostly known for her feature of always being organised and the rigid personality which she had somehow inherited through one of her mysteriously unknown ancestors.

On cue, an office door opened and a timid boy hurried out, fear evident on his pale face. It seemed this week, Madame had an agenda against nerdy boss. It wasn't long before Y/N looked up to then see another figure leave the office, not quietly either.