#*domas 02

“is this the part where i tell you to take a picture because it’ll last longer?” a smooth drawl and perfectly placed smile, dianna swept her head of brunette curls to one shoulder as she took took a sip of her champagne. “no need, i’ll have my assistant forward the best press pictures by tomorrow morning.” there was only a slight rustle as her feathered hem brushed against his dress shoes, as usual, dianna had no concept of personal space -- even in public. “where’s the wife? fiancée... or partner?” she waved away the thought with a shrug. “you came here with her, yes?” ( @dcmvs​ )

she felt like a child, as she always does when speaking to domas these days-- but dalia had little to no choice. “apparently i need your permission to go to new york for the premiere of my movie next month.” her words were bitter, accentuated by a small scowl. “please, spare me the lecture and just let me go to it, i’m twenty-eight -- an adult, and perfectly capable of coming and going without a chaperone.” ( dcmvs )