#ameliarbennett

IT FINALLY WAS MILAN Fashion Week, as she promised to Amelia, she would bring the woman to that iconic fashion event. Bluebell Madonna was indeed a woman of her promises, if she says she would do something, she definitely would, even if sometimes it takes longer for her to fulfill her promises. The media on her in her own country was bigger. One of assistants of her family was with her, giving a final retouch on her make up, and once everything was done, and turned to Amelia. ❛ We are on the front row. ❜ She gave her the invitation, as she grabbed the other's woman hand to lead to their seats of the show, a few photographers taking photos of both of them, while she made on her way towards the seat, where she flashed a sympathetic smile, waving gracefully, and talking about her outfit that was Chanel for one of the fashions reporters, before sitting. Others A-lists celebrities were coming, like actors, others fashion icons, musician, etc. ❛ So, I'm sorry about that.. ❜ She refers the photographer snapping pictures of them while the walked. ❛ I hope, that you enjoy the show. ❜

           A Thursday morning. The one she was supposed to be making content for her channel, and she was up to fifteen minutes ago when the battery on her camera died.. typical. But hey, it wasn’t Allegra’s fault she came home around three am last night and forgot to charge it. Except it was. But as she was now roaming around the West Village aimlessly, or was actually making a decision to visit Kelsey & the book shop, the blonde all of a sudden recognized the familiar scent. It was hers, a long time ago, when she was younger, but despite not wearing it anymore, she still had a bottle back at home. “It’s Daisy, isn’t it? The fragrance? You’re wearing Daisy by Marc Jacobs,” the blonde stated as she smiled, “I don’t wear it anymore, but it’s still gorgeous. And it suits you.”

      ------HE REMEMBERED LITTLE about how their arrangement had begun - jesse was not one to share his passion with the world despite working so intimately in a place where art was appreciated as a topic. it had been a coping mechanism in his youth - capturing the raw emotion of a moment as it happened, earnest shots, surprise and sincere, where it felt too REVEALING to have that work subjected to the world. amelia had become one such subject - something beyond what one might imagine ( it made sense that he shot kal, ballet was an art in and of itself and the shapes that the ballerino could shift himself into were beyond jesse’s regular comprehension ), but she made for a good subject regardless.

      natural beauty. they stood shoulder to shoulder at the bar, the karaoke for the evening on pause where the soft background music of the bar’s usual ambience took over, and as outkast crooned about loving the way one moved jesse turned his attention to the crowd. his camera was always dangled around his neck, but in this moment he lifted it up to his face so he could snap a shot of a couple entwined some paces away from them. “ i remember being that taken with someone. feels like a lifetime ago. ” he commented as he snapped a shot or two, knowing that his drinking partner for the night would hear him murmur over the light clamor around them. “ he doesn’t see anyone else in the room but her. the world could be ending and he’d be none-the-wiser. it’s been a minute since i could say the same. ”