“ah! darling, there you are —” with a champagne flute in one hand and her phone outstretched on the other, dianna flitted over to her old friend’s side before taking a few quick pictures of them both. “at least i should have the appearance of participation, non?” her eyes finally fell upon the monegasque princess’ face, and her brows knitted softly in amusement. “what happened? you look like you’ve just seen your mother feel up her danish boyfriend by the blackjack table... which is impossible since i was just there and you were nowhere in sight.” ( @hshmimi )














