"'Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me to pursue you
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out"
[SEASON ONE-FOUR]
sarah cameron x fem!oc
cover by @h...
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【 SEASON EPISODE 5PART 2 】
Clara stood beside Kiara in the bathroom, carefully adjusting the flower crown nestled in her friend's curls. The crown, an intricate mix of lilacs and baby's breath, added a soft elegance to Kiara's appearance, though her disdain for the occasion was written all over her face. The tension in the room was almost palpable as Kiara tugged at the hem of her silky purple dress, glaring at her reflection in the mirror as if it had betrayed her.
"This is disgusting," Kiara muttered, her tone drenched in irritation. Her voice echoed faintly off the pristine bathroom tiles, the air heavy with her resentment for all things Midsummers.
Clara, in stark contrast, was the picture of calm. She smoothed down the light pink fabric of her own dress, which flowed softly around her figure, accentuating her understated elegance. A small smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at Kiara's sour expression.
"I know. It's just horrible," Kiara's mother, Anna, replied with an exaggerated sarcasm as she stepped into the room. Dressed impeccably for the event in a cream-colored gown, Anna adjusted her earrings while shooting her daughter a pointed look. Her presence was commanding yet maternal, her patience clearly running thin.
Clara couldn't suppress the soft chuckle that escaped her lips at Anna's tone. Kiara's defiance, while frustrating for her mother, was endlessly amusing to Clara.
Anna folded her arms and took a deep breath, her gaze flickering between the two girls. "Kiara, I'm just asking you to relax and enjoy a fun party for once. It's not the end of the world. And besides," she added, her tone softening slightly, "Clara will be there with you. You won't be alone."
Kiara whirled around to face her mother, her expression one of pure exasperation. "I look like a bourgeoisie pig," she declared, her voice flat and uncompromising.
Clara raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she observed the exchange. Amusement danced in her eyes, though she stayed quiet, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
Anna pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long sigh. "Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?" she said, her voice tinged with exasperation as she finished fastening her earrings.
