Amorcito

Lucía felt quite a bit like Princess Diana in that moment. The massive white dress that nearly swallowed her alive, the room full of people whom she hardly knew, people who doubled as amateur photographers with their phones obscuring their faces. The handful of stern professionals fluffing her skirt and emptying cans of hairspray over her head. That helpless feeling of being nothing more than a doll in the chair of a beautician and a marionette in the lives of her parents. But probably most damning of all, there was that queasy churning in her gut that came with knowing she was entering an undoubtably questionable union.

A Julien Baker fanfic ☆