#invri

Louise noticed the Finnish princess as she was headed for some fresh air. She made her way to the younger woman who wore the same gown Louise had picked for the church ceremony. Her stylist had texted her at least five times apologising for that unfortunate outfit repetition which really was low on the Belgian’s list of concerns. ❝ You know I think YOU wore it better. ❞ Louise mused, making a reference to the fashion articles that were already pilling up.  ( @invri​ )

The sun was about to set and that could only mean one thing — the nightlife was about to begin. The French duchess found herself knocking at Inari’s door, trying to lure her into having some fun tonight. As they say, a little party never killed nobody and Juliet was eager to find out more about what this secret island has to offer. But first, she needed good company and the truth is that she missed the Finnish princess while she was away. She didn’t know her very well but she seemed promising by now. — ( @invri​ )

“you didn’t answer my call... or the dozen texts i left you.” he did not mean to sound accusatory but it was difficult to act like his sister’s behaviour hadn’t gotten on his nerves. he gingerly sat next to her, he stayed quiet and expectantly waited for her to share her thoughts.

@invri

❝ Inari ! I didn’t know you were coming back ! It’s nice to see you ! When did you arrive ? ❞ ( @invri​ )

“ why aren’t i surprised to find you with your nose buried to a book ? ” he asked loudly, palm placed on the table only a few inches away from the said book, most of his weight supported by his arm as he casually stood there. inari was one of the few people he saw everywhere but knew almost nothing of. it bothered him to no end. ( @invri )