flora
Almost like some twin intuition that had morphed and adapted since Enzo's death, Flora knew that Mateo was in Torchline. At least, that's absolutely how she was going to explain this particular encounter when she inevitably retold it. Never mind the letter, there's no proof she even got it, or that he even sent it.
So, having had the time to prepare herself exactly Flora set out as if with fate on her side. Wearing a stunning peach tea dress, Flora took the time that morning to braid a number of tropical flowers into her blonde curls with the sole aim of having Mateo hate them if only because he didn't grow them. With a basket on her arm that held a blanket and bottle of wine (she'd tell Mateo that she was going to meet friends on the beach if he asked), she sauntered toward the docks. Perhaps she'd find Jack before she found Mateo, and gods but wouldn't that be wonderful?
So, having had the time to prepare herself exactly Flora set out as if with fate on her side. Wearing a stunning peach tea dress, Flora took the time that morning to braid a number of tropical flowers into her blonde curls with the sole aim of having Mateo hate them if only because he didn't grow them. With a basket on her arm that held a blanket and bottle of wine (she'd tell Mateo that she was going to meet friends on the beach if he asked), she sauntered toward the docks. Perhaps she'd find Jack before she found Mateo, and gods but wouldn't that be wonderful?
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
