#ghovly

TRISTAN: where were you anyway?

❝ hey, that’s MY bottle! ❞ carter told them, frowning as she saw how they opened the bottle of whiskey she had saved for a special occasion and she was pretty sure she had told them not to touch it. ❝ goddammit, i risked A LOT to steal that!❞

lmao you’ve got that right!

hOnestly ! they were like ‘ now i remember why this place grosses me out ‘ or s/t along those lines and i was ???? oh ? then i checked and they had unfollowed me.

wow really? i kinda felt like i was the only one because so many people sleep later than me and wake up earlier and go to school or have a full time job and still function like wow. it really sucks though ugh, but i don’t live a healthy life style at all so that could be it. i honestly have no idea what else it could be tbh

      word of desmon and flora hooking up had traveled fast. he wasn’t sure how and didn’t necessarily give a fuck but the more people heard, the more opinions and questions toppled in. rubbing his brow, his green eyes lift to look flora’s way. “so .. do you consider us a couple?” // @ghovly

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     having a keen eye for all things beautiful was practically part of her job description - just with more verbage and professional lingo. she was out to represent the best of the best, speak for them and their best intentions and outcomes. she was out for maximum benefit, and as it turned out, that didn’t totally hurt her checkbook either. seven sat back, flipping through the small notebook she kept stowed away in her micro fendi bag as the proceedings of the shoot happened directly before her eyes.       that same aforementioned eye was only fixated on one body in particular as she periodically cut away from the task in front of her, and that was her star client - dawn. the girl was ethereal, practically shot out of a canon ball, exploding and engulfing everything around her just to add to her presence. she captured eyes and attention and snagged offers and promotions like they were nothing. hell, sev had even heard plenty of begging coming through the other side of her phone when it came to trying to book this little minx. and she was something to behold. even the brunette couldn’t deny it.       that booklet snapped closed and was tucked away before she rose to her feet and moseyed into the dressing rooms and past the unclothed bodies in that room before she made her way to makeup and her eyes landed on that very same star pupil of her’s. “hello, darling, how’s it going?”