𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 | ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ. ꜰɪꜱʜᴇʀ

| 07

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As the song Delicate vibrates through her ears she looks at the debutante invitation. Madison didn't want to be a deb. It wasn't her type of thing. So she ticked the no box.

She got her phone and decided to text Ezra. Mads had ghosted him since the bonfire and she felt terrible.

♡

EZRA ✌
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Hey

hey i am so sorry for ghosting
you

Don't worry about it

turn autocaps off please its
killing me inside

Okay uhhh
done

is the hangout offer still available

still available

good. im dying of boredom

meet me at the cafe
near the beach, tomorrow

see you

♡

Madison got dressed into a pink crop top that she crocheted herself. Some sky blue, ruffle waist denim shorts, paired with a black belt. Putting on some black sliders with socks.

She moved stuff around and eventually found her curling iron. Spraying some heat protectant and then curling her hair into some small but noticeable waves.

Placing herself onto the velvet stool in front of her vanity, she opens the drawers to find the make up she needs.

Mads uses some matte lipstick and clear gloss. Curling her lashes and adding black mascara. Using her fingers to dap on a warm pink blush coating her cheeks and nose. Lastly, fixing up her brows with gel and a dark brown pencil.

She smiled to herself before getting the deb invitation and walks down the continuous steps.

♡

Madison opens the door to the Fisher house inviting herself in. "Hey" she breathed out.

"Morning"

She places the invitation where it needed to be and went into the kitchen. Jeremiah starts to complain. "Do we really have to physically sit for our portraits? Can't she just look at a picture on her phone or something?"

He was talking about Susannah wanting to paint everyone indiviually. So we can keep it. Mads thought the idea was cute, after all Susannah was a amazing artist.

"Okay get out" Jere says to Steven who was poking over his shoulder.

"What, why?"

"She needs to see you in the flesh, to capture your essence" Laurel explains having of their constant bickering. "While you're still young and full of hope" Jer turns his head slightly at Laur and laughs. "Her words"

Jeremiah continues to cook "Well, Conrad does not have hope, actually he's hopeless, but my hangover smoothie cures all"

"Can you please just hurry up?" Conrad fusses from the couch that he was laying on.