‘ i’d say we’re closed ,’ rubied lips start to speak before faltering , eyes taking a quick glance up && down at the figure in front of her — pouted corners upturning into a small , pitted smile . ‘ — but you look like you could use the help . ‘ it wasn’t unusual for something genuine to come out the wrong way , almost a decade in auradon && evie still struggled with watching her words . a villain raised , but hero at heart — she still grew up in the isle .
A TRIP TO the boutique was never a desirable conquest among the olive - toned girl . auradon women seemingly had an unspoken rule to appear desirable -- perfect , at all times , a feeling which left melody felt separated from the crowd ( a feeling she had grown accustomed to in her twenty - four years of life ) . it was no secret she had waited a bit too long between visits , as her clothes had grown ratty , with several holes & tears in them . ❝ uh -- i can come back tomorrow ? i don’t wanna keep you any longer if you were just getting ready to head out . ❞
