We were like a california sunset, fated to die any minute. Outer Banks / JJ Maybank © tearsricochets

Αιlαɴα Нαrrιѕoɴ ιѕ α нαvιɴɢ тнe тιмe oғ нer ѕlυммιɴɢ ιт wιтн нer вeѕт ғrιeɴdѕ reαlιzιɴɢ ѕнe мαy вe ғαllιɴɢ ғor oɴe oғ тнeм. Αιlαɴα ιѕ αғrαιd тo ѕнe'll мαĸe тнe ѕαмe мιѕтαĸeѕ нer pαreɴтѕ мαde ιғ ѕнe αdмιтѕ нer coɴғυѕιɴɢ ғeelιɴɢѕ ғor нer вeѕт ғrιeɴd.

book 1 of 4 ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but every fairytale had an ending and soon enough when the clock struck twelve, bianca would come to realise that her carriage was a rotten, fungus infested pumpkin, that her dress would wilt away to torn, mud-speckled rags and when she kissed her prince charming, he would turn into a fat, ugly, wart-ridden toad. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰