special delivery to ; @lizardkennedy
location ; catalina country club
date & time ; february 22nd @ 12pm.
Today happened to be a day where the cameras gave Pandora the freedom to enjoy her weekend. Then again, why would they follow the daughter of a housewife? This wasn’t Pandora’s show. It was her mother’s or well, technically, the blonde referenced the mother figure by her first name ─ Claire. One time did she allow the word ‘mother’ to escape off the prong of her tongue. Ever since that moment, all of the will power caused her to withheld from ever saying it again. It was intricate. Then, it wouldn’t have been the first-hand nature of Pandora, who wondered how she became this person with no drive to find an aspiration to achieve. Just a body floating through the sea of patrons that came and went from the isle of Catalina. For right now, it would be something she’d have to improvise on. Shockingly, neither one of her parental figures felt the need to lecture her but it didn’t mean that one day either or could be fed up. After all, in comparison to Mathieu, the blonde was a saint sent from above. Just having an existential crisis at the age of 25 years old. Always the first one in the family to experience these emotions. At least she’ll look prodigious in the choice of her clothing. What else did Pandora have planned for the day other than improving on her skin shade? Absolutely nothing. There were no e-mails to scan over. There was nothing eruption on her cell phone. A young girl had rented out her love, Sandy, for a lesson at the local stables. Not that she could argue but the price of the parents willing to pay out Sandy for a couple of hours was something Pandora could not refuse. It would help cover her upcoming month or two of Sandy in the stables. Then again, money wasn’t an issue but she didn’t like to mooch further off of Tropher and Claire considering she still lived with them. Wandering into the familiarity of the Catalina Island Country Club with a freshly rolled towel in her hand, less than a few steps away from the towel station, piercing seafoam hues latched upon Lizzie Kennedy. The last time the blonde had seen the other after an eruption about her best friend’s boyfriend. After all, it was Pandora projecting her feelings for the other ─ who was still purblind or if she was. It was contradictory. “Lizzie,” she breathed through celestial tone as a lump hitched in the pit of her esophagus. “I----” Stumbling, allowing her hand in contact with the towel press as her knuckles turned snowy white. Emotions getting taken out on an object. “When was the last time I saw you?”














