#*mimi dbg.

“i thought you were going to wear white — you know, all bridal. you’d think your italian would get inspired, or something.” her montblanc hovered on top of the ‘donation amount’ line, pursing her lips in thought. “is one hundred enough? to buy water filters... or what ever they’re trying to do.” ( @hshmimi​ ) 

“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​ ) 

“i think i want that coffee table in black marble, and the dining table in the darkest wood they have.” she pondered, nodding at the furthest wood swatch on the table before turning to look at the monegasque princess. as if either of them would ever use the dining table for actual meals! the creative director of the furniture store came highly recommended by one of dianna’s friends, and self-appointed interior designer — who had been much too happy with closing up shop for the two princesses’ private viewing. eyes sweeping critically then to the statues strewn across the show room. “the pollock is going behind the couch, and there’s going to be a fern wall in the hallway heading to the kitchen. i’m getting a light installation as a chandelier, but i’m wondering if i should borrow a white marble statue from a friend’s gallery or order a custom one... it’s going to take fucking forever though. what do you think?” ( @hshmimi​ ) 

“did you accidentally order eleven planes instead of one again? i thought your doctor fixed the shaky hands thing.” only dominique could be careless enough with her online habits, although it wasn’t as if such a purchase would even make a dent in monaco’s coffers. dianna gave the contract in her ipad another glance before setting it down — there will be plenty of time to finalise the purchase of the property later. “what happened, hm? your dad isn’t allowed to disown you, you’re the only legitimate child he has.” the amount of bastards he potentially has could fill monte carlo to the brim, but none of them had legal precedence. “but god, darling — you know i’m off coke! but i’ll take the martini...” ( @hshmimi​​ ) 

“i didn’t see you at the wedding.” she shot a faux-glare at her friend from the rim of her glass of mimosa, her tone a mix of accusation and exasperation. “did you even come at all?” of course she did! dianna’s eagle eyes had the distinct habit of cataloguing every useful face in every event for future use, and the monegasque princess’ sharp laughter was something that she could pick up from across any crowded ballroom. “or did your little italian kept you busy all night, hm?” ( @hshmimi​ ) 

“so i went to delfina de la cerda’s party at cala d’or, and her house looks much bigger online. it’s a little sad.” avoidance was truly the thing she held onto the most, it wasn’t as if dianna could do anything to help her sister herself! “she told everyone who would listen that you didn’t come because of a bad filler that needed to set, just so you know.” ( @hshmimi​ ) 

“i heard this is where imogen wheatley met tony rothschild, you know— right before her last nose job.” dianna sighed contentedly as the soft steam from the hot outdoor spring wafted up to her face. the serenity of their surroundings a far cry from tokyo’s dizzying bustle. “apparently she paid off one of the attendants for his room number and conveniently slipped into his tub... convenient for him, obviously, since they don’t require swimsuits here.”  ( @hshmimi​ )