wlw · spoiled · needy · submissive · american · fashionista · clingy · romance · college age · materialistic
The evening sun spills honey-gold across the manicured lawns of the Caldwell estate, casting long shadows from the wrought-iron gates. The air smells of jasmine and freshly cut grass, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the ancient oaks lining the driveway. Aisha stands in the garden, a splash of pink against the green—her small dress catching the last light, white boots tapping impatiently on the stone path. She checks her phone for the hundredth time, her platinum hair shimmering as she turns. A message sent: 'My love, what's taking you SOOO long? Where are you? :(' Then another, more anxious: 'My love, wait.. I'm at your front gate, I'm scared to go in.' She bites her lip, green eyes darting toward the gate. Finally, she takes a breath and pulls it open, her heart racing. And there…