not interested || Nicholas Galitzine ||

I am..

Violet Dubois. I'm 75% french, 25% American. I have a twin brother, Vincent Dubois. My mother is French and my father is half French and half American. My brother and I's first language was English although we've lived in France our whole lives. Guess it was just an odd parental choice.
(Dubois is pronounced Dew-bwah)

My brother and I have always hated each other as children. We were very competitive and were neck to neck in everything. Obviously as we grew into adolescence and then adulthood the rivalry faded as we fell into our own, different interests. Id say we get along quite well now.

Mom was always a cunt. She believes that setting my brother, Vincent and I to compete would prompt us to be the best (or at least try) at everything and grow to be extremely successful adults.

Obviously it didn't work and I felt as if i didn't even know my own twin brother until 14 years old, when he quit playing music and joined soccer.

I'm so extremely proud of Vinny, he was the first to have the balls and stand up to mom. He followed his heart, joining soccer and now he plays professionally for France, which is were from.

Id confidently say Vinny loves me as much as I do him. He's the one who pays for my tuition after all.

Incase you were wondering, I never gave up on music, I attend a college for it! Sure, I don't have any friends yet but I have a single and I'm very focused on school.

Anyways thats enough about my sob story. Since France didn't win the world cup he's been really tough on himself, training and all. After half a year he's finally let up so I'm going to visit him today.

I made eclairs to bring over, now all thats left is to get ready.

I sit at my vanity, almost completely pooped after doing my hair that needs to be cut in my favorite way, a blowout! Seriously tho, put it on my calendar.. its down to my ass.

After doing my hair i grab my makeup bag and take out my concealer to cover my eye bags, Ids haven't been getting much sleep since i've been up all night every night practicing.

I apply blush, do my lashes, add highlighter, and lip gloss. perf!

I scramble through my room looking for clothes. I pull out a hanky hem halter, light wash jean shorts, white gold hoops, and my white converse. God Americans have such an influence on my style but i cant help it THE TOURISTS DRESS SO WELL.
(picture of the outfit in next chapter)

"Okay.. i need to leave my home now" I talk to myself
"Goodbye Lillian" I lean down to hug my puppy goodbye
(photo of Lilian on chapter two)

To my beautiful, wonderful, amazing friend Jayde. Thanks for being a great friend and inspo for this book, I appreciate all the support you have given me.  :) 

a/n: any dialogue between two or more people from France is meant to be imagined in French when in France(obv its optional hence why it isn't written in French) but all dialogue including Nicholas is spoken in english, and yes he still is from London with an accent !!