𖥻 ❙ ━ 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗦.
❛ IT WAS NEVER JUST AN INFATUATION. ❜
take a dive in the life of luxury as you follow
valerie tesfaye in her ongoing battle between
who she is, who she wants to be, and what
has to be done to get th...
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LONG AGO, WHEN EUROPEAN royals grew bored with palace balls, they took a page from the peons and added some pageantry.
Couture and canapés are just another Saturday night. Until you add a mask but preparing for a ball is an event itself.
Which is why queens invented handmaidens, "Katie mentioned something about a corset made of cotton and there are wigs involved." S hums as we are all seated on Blairs' bed.
"It's a masquerade. You have to conceal your identity." B tells our blond friend, "Especially you." B adds turning to me. Nodding, I take a deep breath, shifting my gaze to Serena, "Again, I'm so sorry, S." I apologize.
"And again apology accepted. You were drunk and upset. Trust me, I have been there." she reassures, holding my hand.
Sending her a smile back, I nod, "Other news, B, has something special planned for Nate." I say changing the subject. As it is quite embarrassing to remember a drunken rant.
"It's a game." B smiles, happy to tell her plans, "It's a scavenger hunt." she says correcting her previous words, "Nate starts the night with a clue, which leads him to a lady in waiting." she starts to explain, "Who gives him the clue to the next lady—" B says.
"Wait, hold on. You have ladies now?" S questions.
"If he finds me at midnight before the masks come off, he can claim his prize." Blair continues ignoring S her question, "And what's that?" Serena asks. Making Blair wiggle her brows, "Oh... Yeah, right. Sorry." the blond says awkwardly.
Groaning I fall back on the bed, "I want to lose it too." I whine out, "And you will." S tells me, "I know, just-" I sigh, "Never mind, this is more important. Especially after everything that happened." I wave off.
