Bonnie & Bonnie || K. J.

1. The MET 2018

The MET Gala 2018- Heavily Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination.
Designed to create a dialogue between fashion and the masterworks of religious art in the museum's holdings. By placing fashion within "the broader context of religious artistic production" (like paintings and architecture), Costume Institute curators from the Met's medieval department and the Cloisters, aim to show how "material Christianity" has helped form "the Catholic imagination." The intersection of faith and fashion, the sacred and profane, as it were, has not always been easy—"complex and sometimes contested" characterizes the relationship—but the interplay between the two has inspired some awe-inspiring sartorial innovation.
It wasn't the first time y/n l/n had been invited to "fashion's biggest night out", as many refer affectionately to the Met Ball. Yet this time, it was different.
To the outside it was like the two former years the actress had been an attendant- a team of makeup artists and her hair stylist crowded around the A-lister, while one of Versaces employees was making final checks on all the smaller details of the dark royal blue dress.
A Vogue photographer discreetly snapped pictures of the scene in front of her, from any possible ankle and with different lighting- all to capture the peaceful yet bustling process of getting ready.
Yet everything would be different tonight, after she'd have gracefully strode up the iconic staircase - on which the carpet most likely will match Blake Livelys dress again.
"We're ready, Miss l/n! Just a few more shots from the whole look, and off you go to take everyone's breath away! As your stylist I might be just a little biased, but you look absolutely dashing, babes", her friend and stylist Sarah beamed, after clapping her hands together to signal the other woman to take a look at her final form.
As y/n slowly got up from her seat in front of a side table stacked with makeup and hair products and utensils, she found herself agreeing with Sarah- the satin Versace dress with its puffed up shoulders fit her figure perfectly- all while the golden catholic themed ornaments and chains sparkled with every carful movement.
With a small smirk a glimpse of hope ran through her body- there in fact was someone she'd hope to impress tonight.
And that was the reason for her uneasiness, not the nerve wrecking fears of a wardrobe malfunction, stumbling along or even down the carpet or embarrassing herself in front of fellow celebrities and reporters. No, it was Kylie.
Kylie, her first love and former friend.
Kylie, who used to freshen up her makeup on the floor of some clammy club stall.
Kylie, who used to sit with her late at night at her kitchen table– laughing, crying, drinking expensive wine and eating of the last sweet bits, not caring if the world was ending.
Kylie, who's compliments were always so genuine and soft, full of love, kindness.
Kylie, who saw who she is and deemed it more than enough. Perfect and whole even.
Kylie, who always rooted for her.
Kylie, who braided her hair, while the pouring rain swallowed their whispered secrets, feelings and desires. Their truths.
Kylie, who let her color her lips only to kiss it away- or not, for research purposes obviously.
Kylie, who loved her.
Kylie, who introduced her and made her apart of her family.
Kylie, who opened up her heart.
Kylie, who was afraid.
Afraid of her own feelings.
Afraid of herself.
Afraid of judgement.
Afraid of failure.
Afraid of pure and true love.
Kylie, who had chosen Travis.
Chosen security.
Simplicity.
A mask to hide behind.
An image to obtain and uphold.
Kylie, who had just recently welcomed her daughter.
Their daughter.
Kylie, who'd be here.
Already was here, if y/n was honest to herself.

Kylie. Her Kylie.

The snap of the camera next to her caught her off guard, mercilessly clawing out of her own head. This was it...

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Soooo huns, I hope you like my writing so far! No worries, the chapters will be much longer than this. But I want this to be more of a prologue or teaser, so I kept it short.
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