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Flora scrunches her nose and gives a decisive little shake of her head. "Absolutely not. There’s no way I could do your accent justice, so I didn’t even try. I’d sound like an owl with a sinus infection." She flashes him a grin before cocking a brow. "But if you’ve got a better name than spooky couture, I’m all ears. It’s a working title. I’m open to alternatives, like...spectral chic. Ghoul glam. Phantom vogue."
She waves a hand, clearly pleased with herself, even as she circles back to the raven collar with a thoughtful hum. "Ludo is always up to mischief," she agrees, tapping a feather against her lips. "So you’re probably right. Centrepiece stealing theatrics is the right vibe."
At his question, she glances back to the materials and taps a polished nail to her chin. "White, definitely. I’m happy to keep that part classic. But I don’t want to cover my whole face like Ludo does—" She puckers her lips demonstratively, giving them a little pout. "This part needs to be free. I intend to be drinking and looking fabulous, and both require visible lip."
She waves a hand, clearly pleased with herself, even as she circles back to the raven collar with a thoughtful hum. "Ludo is always up to mischief," she agrees, tapping a feather against her lips. "So you’re probably right. Centrepiece stealing theatrics is the right vibe."
At his question, she glances back to the materials and taps a polished nail to her chin. "White, definitely. I’m happy to keep that part classic. But I don’t want to cover my whole face like Ludo does—" She puckers her lips demonstratively, giving them a little pout. "This part needs to be free. I intend to be drinking and looking fabulous, and both require visible lip."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
