ˇ ༚ STARTER ˒ open to @dar1ingest . location ˒ the brunch .
‹ ✽ › the speech of the bride’s mother had just ended, and the clapping had just died. julian waited three respectful minutes after his sip of champagne before reaching for a delicious-looking pastry that melted in his mouth with the first bite. he held back a moan at the taste, at the feeling, because moaning at a table full of rich people ( richer and fancier than him, of course ) would have been way out of line. however, he did not hesitate to incline slightly in luiza’s direction as he gently cleaned the corner of his mouth with a napkin, lips pursed in a mischievous smile. “ you know ? nobody will convince me these people didn’t make a pact with the devil, ” he started, eyeing the pastry for a second before continuing. “ nothing can taste this good without a little help, if you know what i mean. ”
