#*sutton w.

“does you and your sister being here mean that a wedding is not too far on the horizon?” dianna raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, letting her fingers fall to the base of her glass of mimosa. “i do mean your brother, by the way -- i heard all about it. new yorkers could be such terrible gossips, they act like they’re above it all but we all know that everyone is always dying to drop a secret. i also heard... that adele will be singing a duet with beyonce during the reception, but i had to call bullshit on that one.”  ( @svtton​ )

“out of everyone in new york...” dianna sighed, with mock exasperation playing upon her features. she stretched her legs out on her lounger upon the beach, turning her head to raise a knowing brow at her young friend. “i thought the standard of participation in the program was dodgy when they extended the invite to dukes and duchesses, but governors?” she paused, although the smile that spread across her lips signalled she was anything other than thoroughly entertained by the proceedings. “-i mean, he’s a rockefeller, sure, i thought they were supposed to be above that sort of thing. not to mention a grown ass man! jesus... do you know what happened? what story did your brother stuck with?” ( @suttonwhitmore​ )

dianna could spot sutton whitmore from across the room, her long legs on full display in a sea of ballgowns and tiaras -- an american if ever there was one. “oh look at you! who is it?” she had a vested interest on who was dressing america’s own little princess. “do you have tiara envy yet? it’s a real thing, i think even sab gave into it... being princess isn’t all that but getting to wear tiaras are a definite perk.” not like dianna would know, she hadn’t been successfully forced into one since her wedding. ( @svtton​ )