#thirty.start

celeste smoothed down her skirt for probably the tenth time in as many minutes, her fingers tapping against her glass as she wandered around the newly renovated lookout. it’s not that she didn’t want to be there, but even at thirty one, practically running the family business she still felt as awkward at events like this as when her sister used to drag her along when they were younger. smiling as she made eye contact with one of the other guests, feeling like she now had to make some form of conversation. “can you believe how incredible this is, you’d barely recognise it from how it used to look.”