Jenna ⭐’s Comments (group member since Sep 07, 2020)

you should go next instead of me because i'm very lazy today and i might just write mine tomorrow LMAO

heyyyy ~

hiiiiii! how goes it? :)

i can write one up tomorrrrooooowww hehe

emmmmmaaaaaaaaa
how goes it

howdy

all of these are so amazing. like what the heck. i'm jealous of ya'll's creativity. :O

Well, this was new. Noah couldn't say he was expecting the day to end with him standing a woman's dressing room. But there he was, standing in front of the princess, of all people.

This looked bad. Unbelievably bad. He was grateful for the long curtain that just reached the floor, otherwise, it would look even worse. Scandalous, even. The clerk already sounded quite mouthy, and, honestly, losing this job after just a week because of something like this would be a reputation killer at best.

So as Elouisa explained everything to him, he tried his best to keep quiet. It was his eyes that were intense. They were narrowed, giving her a pointed look that said are you insane? He opened his mouth, ready to say it out loud, but her hand went over his mouth. He didn't think his eyes could narrow any further.

In that moment, between the excuses she gave Mathilde and her hand leaving his mouth, he got the chance to look at her. She looked stunning, honestly. Before, when she'd asked him to come close, he'd only gotten a glimpse. Now he could see the dress she wore in its entirety. It was a light beige color, layered with flowing toile over top and adorned with loose, full sleeves. It suited her. He couldn't help the way his eyes looked over her, down and then back up to her blue eyes. It suited her a lot.

That was when he realized how close they actually were. The dressing room was a good size, but when she'd pulled him in by the sleeve, he'd never stepped away. Now, they were nothing but a few inches from each other—him looking down at her, her looking up at him. They were trapped like that, racing heartbeats, until he heard fading heel clicks on the marble floor. That was enough of a cue to take a step back, leaving her hand to fall from his mouth.

"Have you completely lost the plot?" he whispered defensively. He grimaced almost immediately. The slang was too informal. Not that this whole situation wasn't, but making it less so certainly didn't help his case. What if she was uncomfortable? What if she told someone about this? It's not as though he meant any of this to happen, but that didn't matter, did it? He ran a hand over his face. This whole thing felt like a mistake.

"You should get dressed." But she couldn't, could she? Not with him standing there. Maybe he should turn around, he wondered, only to drown that idea out completely: No, he thought. What am I thinking? Instead, he tipped his head to the curtain. "Is it clear?" He would have checked it himself, but god forbid the woman turned around on her way out. That would be an even worse scenario than the one they were already in.

Hardings was a fine place, a large and elegantly decorated department store on the farside of London, wedged in the middle of Knightsbridge and Belgravia. It was new to him, and when the two of them had entered the shop, he did his usual duty of scanning the place for any and all entrances and exits. Considering their surprise visit, it was unlikely that anything extreme would happen, but it was always best to be prepared.

At present, he sat outside the set of changing rooms, nestled comfortably in the waiting room. Despite being a room with a seemingly simple purpose, it was just as grand as the rest of the store, fit with a velour circular couch and staff that seemed increasingly dotting as time went on. That was the usual burden of accompanying a member of the royal family he knew. Even though he wasn't nearly on the same level as them, people seemed to flock anyways. It was somewhat burdensome, especially now, considering the spontaneity of their outing.

But Noah was impervious. His mind was preoccupied on their conversations in the car and the questions she'd asked him. "Noah," he'd shrugged, "Dawson. Whichever you prefer." It didn't really matter to him, but he supposed it was nice for her.

He'd glanced in the rear view mirror at her next question, but she'd purposefully pointed her attention out the window. He couldn't help his amusement. "I suppose I'm there for whoever needs me." You seemed like you needed it, he kept to himself.

"Are you sure I can't get you anything?" A store clerk's voice drew him back to the present.

He looked up at her with a thankful smile, but shook his head adamantly. "I'm fine, really." He hoped that would shut it down for good, but something told him it wouldn't. For now, though, the woman scuttled away with a not-so-discreet frustrated sigh (that he was sure he wasn't supposed to here), and he was once again left to his own devices.

With his thoughts interrupted, he aimed his attention to the curtained dressing room Elouisa had slipped into. It hadn't been too long since, but he was still uncertain that this trip out would be as fast as she'd insisted. She had seemed adamant in the garage, but, well, he knew plans were quick to change, much to his dismay.

ji-u wrote: ""

asdflkjlkajsdf, so pretty, ji-u :O

@ji-u: i love your template for airi. it's so pretty :O

wahhhh, that's gorgeous <3

@inka & maggie: alskdfjalskdfj ya'll too sweet 😊

<3 <3 <3 im blushing

we love trying to color grade and then giving up LOL

( high quality )

omg yesssss, di yours is so good too
how ya'll so talented wowow

i use pixlr. it's mostly for just editing pics tho. like a cheap photoshop :P

jammy your graphic's so pretty omg *o*

why did i say eleanor? evelyn holy shit.
i cannot function today, apparently.

wait, right, cuz noah's gonna be at the fight eventually and evelyn's there too. maybe they like run into each other sometime after and are like "oh hey" LOL