#wcmen

   nothing tops a lady in a suit.   it’s fun  &.  all,   chasing each other’s eyes where the moon watches nothin’ but their backs.  a hall filled with the choir of flutter  &. small talk,  but gaze drifts in mutual fever.  what is it tonight?  a full moon?  whatever it is,  iris spins around corner with first her gut to confirm she’s being followed---- then the physical, visual proof of it.  she stands tall,  reeking of power  &. confidence,  making match where their age cannot.   empty hallways lead them through empty hallways and it’s unlikely for an intruder... but it’s possible,  isn’t it?  smirk’s clamped down with front tooth.  eyes are greedy,  unabashed.  they halt at the hardly revealed skin peeking through failed button.  iris meets the nameless woman half way,  eyes never leaving eyes now,  not even when digit reaches for the button below.  it gives way easily,  wanting to be tugged.  one released button is a burden,  two released buttons is no mistake.       ‘   oops.  ‘

one hour in advance before the clock would hit 8pm she pulled up to the gorgeous mansion. much time to check out the architecture she didn’t have, instead she spent the next few minutes trying to find the kitchen for the chef and prepare the dinner table nicely with the bottles of wine she’d brought. still having no idea what she’d been thrown into, expecting katherine to show up in less than half an hour with someone that wasn’t evie and she tried to swallow the mild anxiety down. after double checking with the chef in the open kitchen that had a sight upon the dinner table, she wandered off into the next room attached to the dinner one. she couldn’t help herself, being pulled by curiosity, bambi eyes gracefully and carefully landed upon everything in the room, eventually finding a safe haven upon the grand parlor piano in the middle of the space. like magnets attracted to each other, marlow’s feet brought her right to it. fingers gliding over the keys, though not pressing them, afraid to actually do so. and in the end, she was glad she hadn’t, turning on her heel at the slightest noise.

an unbelievable smile showing up on her lips, though disbelief written in blue eyes. ‘’... wait. this isn’t a blind date, is it?’’

[ text ] : i don’t know but let’s be real, you’d be the wife in that situation. wouldn’t last two minutes without me.