no amount of prayer will change that.

(—) ★ spotted!! OPHELIA EVANS on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 24 year old looks like ESTER EXPOSITO, but i don’t really see it. while  the MODEL / ACTRESS is known for being PRISTINE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be CONCEITED i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song BETTY DAVIS EYES BY KIM CARNES  { she/her  cisfemale } - penned by SOPHIE, 27, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER

ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ | ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ

A fiery Spanish woman met a strong headed Georgian man and the rest was history. Married within three years of knowing each other they had made a home in their small town. Amalia was their first miracle baby, one they suspected would be their only but 7 years later Ophelia Evans followed suit. Two beautiful miracles for the softest parents you would ever meet. 

Joshua Evans | 56 | Civil Construction Lawyer 

Milena Evans | 54 | House Wife 

Amalia Evans | 31 | Staff Nurse 

london couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, after all it was flattering and very, very true, even if she did say so herself. “the same goes for you my darling, look at you, you hold a class and dignity that every woman would love to have, never sell yourself short. plus you have money, it’s something so amazing to have and hold over a man. after all if they can’t accuse you of being in it for their wallets, they have no arguments left.” or at least that’s what london had found in her experience anyway. “i love you too o, i couldn’t imagine life without you know. the world would be a little less beautiful. i try to protect you all, speak out about the hypocrisy of the world. after all i was at the height of all the sex tape scandals where we had to be ashamed of our wants and needs and act as if it was the end of the world we had our desires met. if i could wish anything for you, it’s that you’d live every day with confidence and never second guess yourself, no matter what anyone says.”

Whatever had happened between the Kennedy male and the supermodel, Dexter wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he could tell that Ophelia was in pain from it. He just hoped they could either move on from it or move past it, that Johnny leaving the show and leaving town was truly the best thing for him. After all, Dex spent years hoping for the best future for him and he had a feeling the blonde across from him had the same thoughts. “It’s because he doesn’t think he’s worth much of anything. For as self assured he pretends to be there’s always that little voice in the back of his head afraid he’ll never be worth anything more than a laughing stock for Hollywood and the last thing Johnny is gonna do is drag people down he cares about. That’s one thing about him you could always count on, he’s loyal to a fault.” Hand reaching for the drink he brought along with him, Dex contemplated her words for a moment while grasping for an answer. “I’m alone because my friends are all off doing their own thing, living their own lives and I’m not sure what direction mine is going in right now. The person I’ve been spending time with recently, well, I’m trying not to smother so I figured I’d come out alone. Get lost in my own thoughts for a bit instead of distracting myself. What about you? You always have a thousand people begging to be your friend. Myself included, apparently,” tone lightening up at the words he spoke to her, giving her a small smile. 

              ❝You should know by now, Phelia. You should never trust anyone so much that you don’t read something you’re signing. This is a good note for the future for you. A real lesson. Which means you probably don’t know the part in the contract that requires you to take me out to lunch at least three times a week, something you’ve been neglecting.❞ Jokes were offered with ease toward the other. The friendship they had allowed her to be comfortable enough to do so without any hesitation. ❝You’re never boring,❞ she spoke through a fake gasp. ❝We can absolutely wear sneakers. It’s the only way to make it through the entire night.❞

❛     ───    𝐈.     NARRATIVE.     ›      …      𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 .

                    𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞  that  no  one  even  realized  seb  was  preforming  one  of  his  special  disappearing  acts  .  he’d  been  so  far  pulled  apart  and  disconnected  from  everything  and  everyone  ,  it  wouldn’t  be  the  most  surprising  thing  if  it  went  completely  under  the  radar  .  and  honestly  ,  that’d  be  the  preferred  circumstance  for  the  male  .  but  all  disappearing  acts  have  to  come  to  an  end  as  he  glanced  down  at  the  rack  outside  the  store  with  all  the  tabloid  and  gossip  magazines  filling  it  .  what  type  of  chaos  and  idiotic  behavior  did  he  miss  ?(     the  sad  part  ,     )          he  probably  had  to  figure  out  at  least  a  little  for  his  supposed  radio  show  and  podcast  .  was  that  even  a  job  he  possessed  anymore  ?  he  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  different  sponsors  and  people  that  managed  him  took  that  all  off  the  table  and  ran  for  the  hills  .  not  wanting  to  connect  themselves  to  such  a  flakey  personality  .          ❛     i  see  much  haven’t  changed  around  here  .  everyone  is  still  losing  their  fucking  minds  .     ❜          the  male  spoke  ,  not  to  anyone  specific  or  really  anyone  at  all  ,  just  generally  .

“oh honey, i’m unlucky in love because i made some really dumb choices. i always had to have the most beautiful of men. and the thing with beautiful men is they’re always looking for more. they’ll always believe they’re more beautiful than you and they never find their equal. and yet, they always seem to downgrade.” she spoke with a small laugh. “seeing that has always kept my confidence up, because clearly they can’t do any better than me.” she nodded her head in agreement. “vibrator vinnie, is the ideal choice of marriage. he won’t chew you up and spit you out, and he’ll at least manage to get you off every time. and the best thing about your own fingers is you’ll always find the clit, unlike the majority of the men out here who act like they’ve never seen a vagina in their life.” she reached out to run her fingers through ophelia’s hair. “but i happen to believe you’ll find the one, you’re a good woman and i’ve seen that heart of yours it’s wonderful.” london gave out many compliments to people, but only when they were true, she’d never say anything she didn’t mean.  “thank you, but i want her to be better than me, make a lot better choices. i’m hoping i can protect her from everything, but one day she’s going to realise she doesn’t have a father and i have to hold the heartbreak of telling her he left.” 

He could understand why she would be questioning things. Last time anyone had really heard from Dexter in any sense, he had been back to hanging out with Johnny. While their friendship had been on rocky terms for a while, Johnny was one of the only people that had reached out to him it the aftermath of his father’s death, one of the only ones that had been there for him through those first few days when Christian had abandoned him (and all reason) and Addison had been busy with planning things. “I can relate. We can be each other’s friends, then,” Dexter replied coolly to her as he slid into the seat across from her. “He’s not here, I haven’t seen him since Bora Bora. You two are still on the outs?”

              ❝You should read every single contract you sign, Ophelia. That’s what strong, independent, hard-working businesswomen do. Or, so I’ve heard.❞ A long string of made-up crap she pulled out of her head in an attempt to continue the ridiculous and absurd joke the pair had somehow fallen into. It was the time limit that caught the woman off-guard, causing her to push up on her elbows on the bed. ❝One? You mean like, one in the morning, right? That sounds more realistic to me.❞