truth be told, ariel found herself standing in front of beau’s door sooner than she was ready — it was her third try now, and she was determined to follow through. if it took herculean effort just to see what the belgian prince looked like in the flesh, she will bring herself to do so, come what may. one knock, then two, ariel half hoped that she will get turned away from the door by a hoard of security guards, it might be easier, kinder perhaps, if she was told to leave.
but the door swung open, and a vaguely familiar man answered — security? or staff? — ariel’s gaze already flew over his shoulder, desperate of a morsel of something remotely good. “beau? it’s me—” she called out, calling upon everything she had to keep steady. “i just... i just want to see him for a second—” the words now directed at the man in front of her, eyes still fixated on a spot over his shoulder. “—just a second, then i can leave.” ( @beaudebelgique )
