#aughqstart

esme glanced at her reflection in the window of maggie’s as she walked by and tried not to be disappointed by what she saw: fashion sneakers, designer joggers, and a neon sweatshirt that was supposed to be very in this season. she knew she had to keep up appearances, but she couldn’t bring herself to dress up just to go into town for lunch. this was her alternative.

a long day of running herself ragged ahead of saturday’s launch party stretched into a long night, not for anywhere near the first time, and by the time josephine’s alarm clock went off the following morning, she’d only been asleep for an hour and a half. still, ever the passionate workaholic, she dragged herself out of bed and set about getting ready for another long day.

“what am i supposed to do with this?” esme growled at the mirror, raking her hands through her hair. it was too flat and boring, so she’d curled it, but now it was... this. she looked like a kindergartener from the 1940s! she wanted to chuck her brush across the bathroom but instead she gripped it hard, took a deep breath, and finally noticed the person staring into the mirror over her shoulder. “oh, shit. sorry. who needs me? or am i in your way?”

leila was lounging in the sunroom of her childhood home—that looked and felt more like a very welcoming hotel, thanks to her parents’ lack of love—when she suddenly her the doorbell ring. she was only a few rooms away, but the thought of getting up made her groan. “come in!” she called languidly. “it’s unlocked!” she always left it unlocked. the bell rang again and she huffed. who was this idiot? “i said, come in!” she waited in silence for a few moments until the moron finally started knocking, then pushed herself off the couch and stomped toward the front door. “i said come in like, three times,” she spat the poor visitor on her doorstep.

( NEW SNAP ! )