#hshqevent034

“I can just see it happening! I’ll be out there dancing, I’ll twirl, these gold threads will fly a bit and get stuck on someone’s beads and sequins and my whole dress will get destroyed. It’s why I’ll be sitting here. Right here. Won’t move.” ( @hshqstarters​ )

     - ‘ I THINK i’m the only person who took the cold into consideration when choosing an outfit, now i’m regretting not choosing a gown. i get a pass for this being my first ever royal event, right ?! ’ / @hshqstarters​

nadya, also in dublin for christmas with reluctance

    “ does anyone have fashion tape? ” wendy clutched her purse against her chest. the one thing she hadn’t accounted for and she could blame her lack of event attending over the years for it — a fashion emergency covered in sparkles and over-prepared in all the ways but the ones that mattered. “ or any tape really? ”

His fingers had begun to turn red and his body had begun to refuse to stay warm no matter how he shifted his weight from one foot onto the other. He turned his head when the balcony door was opened behind him. “Do you have cigarettes?” ( ** @hshqstarters​ )

four mostly well-dressed men passed her by on their way out, purposeful in their steps. fumiko reached for the phone in her clutch, checking the time. “ is...is the party ending already? i assumed the ball would go well into the night. ”

♦︎   her royal highness, ÉLOÏSE DE SAXE-COBOURG ET GOTHA, arrives to the winter ball in dublin wearing a lavender piece by GEORGES HOBEIKA. the structured number does little in length, becoming a beguiling piece to show off the youngest belgian’s leggy counterparts and her snatched collarbone that are further adorned with the dress’s bejeweled assets.

and his cufflinks are family heirlooms