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❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭 ❞
𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 steps out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind her as she wraps a towel tightly around her body. Her dark, wet hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and her skin glows from the warmth of the shower.
As she crosses the room, she fumbles to grab her phone from the bedside table. She presses a button and puts the phone to her ear.
Florence speaks playfully when she answers the phone "You know Liana, the girl that lives in London that came to Mystic Falls one summer?"
"Yep, why?"
"I swear, Elena, if you had to live with her for one day, you'd go insane. She spent a solid hour yesterday, over the phone, debating what shade of lipstick makes her look ❛ approachable but also fierce ❜"
Elena's laugh comes through the phone "That sounds like her. She overthinks everything. But honestly, I'd take her drama over the chaos around here"
Florence pauses as she grabs some clothes from her dresser, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She holds the phone with her shoulder while she rifles through her drawer.
"What happened? More trouble with Stefan?"
She sits on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly twirling a strand of wet hair around her finger.
"It's always something with Stefan" Elena says sarcastically "Nothing's really happened, just stuff with Jeremy, finding out who my real mother is, it's just a lot"
Florence nods "Well, I'm sorry about all that and your mother is a bitch for leaving you by the way"
Elena let out a faint chuckle "Thank you, Flo, I was supposed to call Bonnie about it but she's not picking up my calls"
Florence hummed "She's not picking up mine either"
"That's why I decided that I'll speak to her in person when she comes back in a few days"
Florence groans and falls back onto her bed "I feel like I haven't seen anyone in ages. I've been avoiding Caroline and her whirlwind planning for Founders' day. How is she doing, by the way?"
"Oh, you know, same old Caroline — obsessing over every tiny detail. She's already sent me like a dozen messages about color schemes and table settings"
Florence laughs "Fucking hell. She needs a new hobby"
Elena agreed "Yeah, something that doesn't involve dragging everyone into her projects. Though, between you and me, I think she just uses it as a distraction"
