“so gahye definitely got spooked after a murder, which honestly — i don’t blame her.” dianna folded one finger down, with two remaining. “sabrina is... well i think she just got bored of being cooped up. you know how she is.” the last finger remaining, the one that she was least sure about. “janey is just... fuck, i thought i could count on her on being a buffer between me and san.” there was only two of them left, after all. dianna leant back against her armchair, very much thankful that their pedicurists could not understand her petty little complaints. “do you think its time we left?” ( @scnhaera​ ) 

she was lounging on one of the upper balconies overlooking the front entrance, a front seat — if you will. dianna took another sip of her wine before she glanced at her friend. “i heard san didn’t choose to go hiking today, what a shame.” ( @scnhaera​ ) 

“여기 곱창집 있대...” dahye hummed, scrolling down her phone at the mouthwatering pictures. “we definitely can’t go to the actual restaurant but we should get someone to grill the meat for us here.” there were far too much of their countrymen in canada, they were bound to get recognised if they stepped so much as a foot out of the complex. ( @scnhaera​ ) 

“arnauld d’orleans punched arthur windsor for sleeping with fanni croÿ.” she had scarcely sat down before the sentence rolled out of her tongue. however, there was something distinctly hard behind her eyes despite the bright smile stretching her lips. he bombed the wrong fucking family, that was for sure. ( @scnhaera​ ) 

“i already lost a few hundred thousand euros in the craps table, this night is going amazingly!” dianna took a celebratory swig of her sweet champagne, eyes twinkling at her friends. it serves her husband right for not choosing to attend a casino night.  ( @scnhaera + @asvli​ )