“You know me to well..her to well .. I’m a socialite darling..and you’re wondering why I haven’t gone back to my fancy penthouse…”
𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚
"I'll make it a nice one. With tablecloths. And good wine."
A weak smile, hand rubbing the back of his head. Typically a Felicia had expensive tastes...
𝔸 𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤!
“How about treating me out to dinner at one of your favourite restaurants..?”
𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚
"You're right. It was in bad taste."
Hands up, total surrender. He screwed up.
"How can I make it up to you?"
