#threads; isla

“Yes, it would please me immensely,” Annette assures Isla as she reaches across the table, slipping her delicate fingers over the paper she had been writing on and overturning it so Isla no longer had the choice of scribbling away.

“Besides, you’re going to run out of things to write about if you don’t get yourself some new experiences,” Annette tilts her head to the side, and imish smile on her painted lips.

“What’s your romantic life looking like these days? Any beaus with honorable intentions?”