#event01.

LOCATED AT: Westerly’s Annual Harvest Festival 🎃

She was still getting used to living in Westerly even a year later. Luckily, she had her best friend with her in a place like this. They were locals and strangers at the same time but they only understood the ever-evolving circle they grew up in. Jackie was as normal as it could get for Zoé and today, they’d engage is true local normal behavior by attending the famous fall festival. She was covered by her (recently purchased) big, floppy hat and sunglasses with a glass of rosé in her hand as they roamed amongst the booths open for shopping. Zoé was a sucker for retail therapy and she was ready to do some damage at today’s event. She took a sip from her glass before she let out a large gasp, picking up the ruby crystal necklace and turning around to find Jackie. ❛ This is too beautiful to pass up, ❜ she said to her as soon as they locked eyes. She placed it over her neckline, moving over to a mirror and staring at herself with the jewels hovering over her. ❛ Okay... or is it just the wine speaking? Fuck. What do you think? ❜

the first thought: ‘ sayre ’.  the second: ‘ fuck ’.

bea hated the dress she had found so pretty just a few hours ago when she was in her bedroom, looking into her mirror and turning so she could see the place where the fabric’s slit met bare skin. in a crowd, it was too high, the straps too thin, easy to snap, her top dipping too low. she was barely holding it together when she slid off the stool she’d stolen within five minutes of reaching the top step. sayre. fuck. “ sayre, wait. can i talk to you ? ” 

those were ominous words. she would have hated them if someone else had said them to her. but beatriz had been called a hypocrite so many times lately it had sunk into her skin and settled in her blood. the way she saw it, there were two things that could happen: she could tell sayre everything now, or she would never get to. she wanted to tell sayre everything. maybe because she knew what would happen if sayre knew everything. maybe because she wasn’t thinking. 

in the fray of the party, even if there was a live feed, even if they all ostensibly had camera men, if her voice was low enough bea couldn’t be heard. she reached out for sayre’s arm. her words were an unintentional flood, once she made herself say them, and she stumbled over them.

“ i know what i did didn’t make any sense to you. to anyone. and people got hurt anyway. but i wanted you to know what i was — i was supposed to — i was told to — i didn’t want to do to rhett what he did to me. please tell me you understand that, at least. ”

fair enough, it was still quite early in the evening, but that wouldn't stop william from wondering around the beach. black, sleek swimwear hugging tight his lower cheeks and colorful (and delicious!) drink in one hand, he strolled around mindlessly, eyes focused on the push-and-pull of the ocean meeting the beautiful sunset (not as colorful as he drink, though). and so, it was no surprise that he'd end up bumping into someone. "oh, hey, i'm sorry!"