hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
Looking every bit as miserable as she felt, Flynn guzzled her third drink down, dropping the glass on a passing waiter's tray and startling him. The heels had been a pain from the beginning, but now she was very much considering throwing them off into the banquet table out of resentment. In her misery, she couldn't even feel impressed by the decor, though she'd never once set foot in the palace. She could already hear her mother sighing. |