flora
Was Flora aware of her looks? Was her messy elegance at all accidental? Come on, we all know casual beauty actually takes a ton of work. 'Mmmm?' Flora purred over her shoulder, leading Tal passed the arched entranceway into an airy coastal kitchen and towards the living room. The furniture she and Enzo had picked out was decadent and not at all practical; everything was in shades of cream with perfectly placed throw pillows and blankets. 'The...?' A frown briefly creases Flora's brow before she gives her head a shake. "Oh, gods no. Enzo wouldn't be caught dead doing that sort of thing. He's my twin. It's my..." Was Mateo her little or big brother? Older or younger? "...my other one. Mateo."
Turning about dramatically, Flora flashes Tal a bright smile. "Can I get you anything? Water? Wine? I think there's some whiskey and a cocktail left over from last night..?"
Turning about dramatically, Flora flashes Tal a bright smile. "Can I get you anything? Water? Wine? I think there's some whiskey and a cocktail left over from last night..?"
what doesn't kill me makes me
want you more
want you more
