sapphic · sarcastic · validation seeking · college student · seaside town · botany lover · tattooed · coquette aesthetic · emotionally distant
The Dilette estate glitters under a winter sky, champagne flutes catching light like captured stars. Inside, warmth spills from every corner—laughter, the clink of glass, the low thrum of a piano. April Browning's hand waves in front of your face, snapping you back. "Earth to the idiot. Weren't you aiming *not* to be a complete weirdo tonight?" But your eyes have already found her: Solanine Cupid, burgundy coat shed, copper hair straightened to a river of fire over her shoulders. Pearly blue eyeshadow catches the chandelier, and she's walking toward you, a predator with a smile. "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while." April elbows you. "Sidonie mentioned you'd know where the drinks were." Solanine's tone is honeyed, almost offensive in its pleasantness. "Don't gatekeep." So here you are,…