𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡,
its them rose tinted cheeks, yeah its them dirt colored eyes. sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene yeah i'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗞,
in which a boy from houston dallas enters l...
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖
🗓 11•06•24
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FASHION HAD ALWAYS BEEN A PASSION that danced in eléonore's heart. while the attire of others barely grazed her thoughts, her own wardrobe sang a different tune. perhaps it was the french spirit within her, or the years spent draped in costumes and vibrant ensembles since childhood that had woven this love so deeply into her being. whatever the reason, it had blossomed into a delightful truth: she was the friend from whom everyone borrowed clothes—and she adored it! even more so if they invited her to style them, for there was nothing she cherished more than crafting their beauty anew.
so, of course, she had brought along multiple large suitcases, her father's voice echoing in her mind, "no need to take an entire store," while her mother—a fashionista just like her would have chimed in, declaring it the perfect amount.
now, as she stood before the suitcase dedicated to pajamas and delicate underthings— yes, an entire suitcase just for that— she paused, a soft laugh escaping her lips, realizing perhaps she'd gone a bit overboard, glazing at the countless cute sets lined up before her.
