#thchost

          “Oh, everything here is lovely. Just beautiful.” she mused, bright hues scanned along the entirety of where she was admiring every last detail. Tom had taken her on a holiday here but left her alone she assumed he was pining after some other woman as he much so commonly did. It made her sad really, especially since it had only been a few months since they were married. “Is this all yours?” As the question arose Daisy drew her gaze back to whom she was talking with finding herself something to do rather than sulk.

❛   IT’S A GUN. I’m sure you have one, too.   ❜   Though, that wouldn’t quite explain why she had it strapped to her garter. Her tone doesn’t waver, though, dark eyes soon raising to lock with his own. Challenging.    // @thchost

    ❛ That French wine, s'il vous plaît! ❜     natacha sat on the counter, on the restaurant, removing the black gloves from her hands, delicates digits, covered with expensive jewelries, shining, as all the jewelries spread all over her body, like her left wrist ( bracelet ) , & a beautiful necklace, hanging on her neck. removing, another piece of clothes, her overcoat putting it aside, as she search for a cigarette in her purse, putting on her original siver cigarette-holder, dragging the cancer inside of her lungs, blowing away, with her red lips.    although it was night, the hollywood starlet was still wearing her sunglasses, awkward waving from those who recognizes her, but at some point she ignored. the brunette of 5"8 ft tall, was bored, but thinking in how to design something she was planning to do, for the next week.