#simplesublime

                                   🇸​ 🇦​ 🇩​.  a bundle of melancholy as margot lay on her company’s lap.  “  do you ever feel like someone stuck a spile inside of you, and drained all of your happiness ? ”   chest lifted with a breath before her nostrils pushed it outwards. the woman was DRAMATIC. how on earth could she fall so depressive over missing the grab for a givenchy pant suit... ?  fresh from the runway, only a select few made... and all out of margot’s grasp. it had been days previously where the woman had envisioned her body dripping in such fabric. her other employees would gawk at her like a trophy they didn’t win. the moment was  l o s t;  “  i don’t think a glass of champagne could even cure me. ” 

                                               " you know i don’t particularly admit this ... but these children are scaring the actual fuck out of me.... ”  sometimes lydia second guessed why her heart was so entirely pure at times. why couldn’t she say ‘ no ’ to things she didn’t want to do, even if it meant disappointing someone ? bringing arden lunch was a pleasure. the problem was the frightening little germy tots that roamed about. maybe this was the moment that lydia realized kids weren’t really her jazz. “ can you just pull a fast one and say you’re going home sick ? ” voice low, lyd looked from left to right. it mattered if someone else were to hear her scheming plan. she wanted nothing more than for it to be effective. “ or i could trip you ... say you need to go to the hospital ... or something... ? ”  her brows scrunched in desperation.