#*event 29

her imperial highness, the duchess of gyeonggi, arrived in iris van herpen couture fresh from the runways of paris! 

hrh princess nikolina krasimirova of bulgaria in custom mark bumgarner 

“you- yes you!” dianna was draped across her seat at her sparsely occupied table, everyone had scattered with the winds and she had just waved away one of her ladies. this was perhaps a conversation she’d rather have in relative privacy — or how much privacy one could have at a party! the princess beckoned at the young woman with an imperious hand. “san’s girl, yes? i would offer you my condolences but i’m still not sure if you’re the social climbing type.” she had done her research, the results of which turned out inconclusive. one could escape and reinvent oneself to a different country by taking up an occupation and still angle to be the future empress after all! “sit, let’s get to know one another.” ( @yiihwas​ ) 

“you have to help me out here, vi.” dianna started, balancing a glass of scotch precariously between her fingers. “weddings get a lot of people in the mood for love but who would be in the mood for... fucking.” she waved her fingers around absentmindedly, before casting a long look around the room. “there must be a swedish cousin that’s not in the program that would be up for it.”  ( @violettegrimaldi​ ) 

“how horrible! look at that one —” dianna used her finger to point unabashedly at a particularly gauche ensemble that had flitted in and out of her peripheral vision. “who is that? must be a relative from the couple... fuck, she looks like a puff pastry! god ballgowns are so tacky.”  ( @audrcyfa​ )