samara has rubbed shoulders with characters of all sorts—moguls and magnates alike, given the breadth of MTV's influence. but never actual royalty, and not in the way her father disparagingly calls her. she hates the way intrigue has her so aware of tess' every move, but then again, she can't quite help it, and it doesn't help that they share two classes in a massive block.
and it just so happens to be coincidence that samara winds up with a dinner tray in hand at the empty table adjacent to tess in the crowded dining hall. it's just the way the cookie crumbles, or something like that.
she's sitting already, before she's granted permission. because she doesn't need permission anywhere she goes. not even from a princess. "i hope you don't mind."
@heartsbreaking / for tessa ♡
