flora
Flora beams at Mateo's theatrical disgust like a cat who’s just knocked something expensive off a shelf on purpose, entirely unrepentant. "Listen," she drawls, adjusting the brim of her hat. "Just be grateful you don’t have a room anywhere near ours." Her brows lift meaningfully beneath her sunglasses, lips curving with wicked composure. No one had a room beside hers, or even a room beneath it. The architectural choices were deliberate in that regard, thank you very much.
When he lowers his glasses and pins her with that dramatic blue stare, she blinks back at him innocently before throwing a hand up in defence, gold bracelets chiming softly. "How was I supposed to know, Mateo?" she demands. "I go for a run, I come back, and the hibiscus has eloped with the bougainvillea. I assumed one of the spirits was a former interior decorator." She leans back into the wicker, one leg folding beneath her. She'd have expected to find little notes left against each vase, rearranged by your genius brother, you’re welcome.
She’s fully prepared to continue the critique when he drops the news about Ever and Isla, and her mouth falls open in perfect, exaggerated shock. "Shut up," she breathes, straightening so quickly her hat tips back slightly. "That’s amazing. Do you know what they had, or what they named it?"
When he lowers his glasses and pins her with that dramatic blue stare, she blinks back at him innocently before throwing a hand up in defence, gold bracelets chiming softly. "How was I supposed to know, Mateo?" she demands. "I go for a run, I come back, and the hibiscus has eloped with the bougainvillea. I assumed one of the spirits was a former interior decorator." She leans back into the wicker, one leg folding beneath her. She'd have expected to find little notes left against each vase, rearranged by your genius brother, you’re welcome.
She’s fully prepared to continue the critique when he drops the news about Ever and Isla, and her mouth falls open in perfect, exaggerated shock. "Shut up," she breathes, straightening so quickly her hat tips back slightly. "That’s amazing. Do you know what they had, or what they named it?"
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
