#brokenblakely

Elysium was insane. It was so decadent and unlike anything the nineteen year old had ever seen. And the outfits people were wearing were just as mind-blowing. Some of the dresses the women had on would be worth more than everything she owned. Blakely felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb in her cheap ass thrift store outfit; which was probably cheaper than a single shoe any of these people had. In her hand as she wandered in awe was a glass of champagne she’d been given by a server but not dared to touch to her lips. Unfortunately in her distracted state, Blakely wasn’t completely watching where she was going. Skirting round a group of people she collided head on into a military uniform, spilling the untouched champagne all over it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she exploded, absolutely mortified at the situation.