@thearcherbrothersx
she's still learning declan. before she'd always felt confident in his expectations of her, the lines were drawn out-- exacting but particular. now though, she's walking around with his necklace around her neck, and no idea how much of herself she's supposed to hold back-- of what the new expectations might be, emotionally or other wise.
she's just closed the biggest show of her life, to a standing ovation-- and whilst she's still riding the high all she wants to do is see declan's face (and there's a small part of her that isn't sure what to make of that). she's clutching a bouquet of flowers when his car pulls up, in a short, white-- lace dress too. her cheeks are flushed from the nights excitement but also-- at seeing Declan. He's been away-- busy with work and she'd missed him. She slides into the backseat with a large grin on her face. "You're back! Did... you make the show? I mean-- it's fine if you didn't but-- well-- you're back!" She wants to hug him but she waits, her glee on her face, in her smile-- she's practically vibrating from it.
