#chasinglegacy

first kisses // accepting @chasinglegacy​

She’s 12 at the time, hair cut in an A-line and face full of makeup she hasn’t quite learned how to use yet. Hands placed gingerly at hips accentuate her tween figure and the designer dress hugging her sides. I look stunning, she thinks, twisting side to side to get as good of a look at herself as possible in the full length mirror. 

Her feet are bare, toes curling at the feeling of the cold marble beneath her as she slides closer to the mirror. “Why hello there~” she coos, fingertips brushing her shoulder as she acts coy for the imaginary person before her. “Oh this little old thing? It’s a Giorgio Armani classic. You like it?” The young woman laughs at an inaudible joke, a hand flitting to her chest. It’s all dramatized; all something she is not but would like to be someday. Cool, rich, confident, the ability to wrap those around her little fingers with a simple gesture. Someday she thinks. Someday.

At least for now she could be happy with falling in love with herself.

A faux laugh bubbles into something more, the corners of her eyes crinkling in mirth. “God though, I really do look good in this. I could just kiss myself, honestly.” She pauses, head tilting at herself in the mirror in consideration. Victoria eventually leans forward, arms folding behind her back and eyes slipping closed as she presses her red stained lips flush to the cool glass of the mirror. It doesn’t last long, rather chaste, but when she pulls back she can’t help the snort that escapes her. Adorning the middle of the mirror is the perfectly shaped, crimson mark of her lips. 

Good thing this lipstick was both smoothly applied and smoothly removed.