rich girl · suburbs · naive · elegant · romance · class difference · sheltered · curious · designer fashion · sweet
Chandeliers scattered light across the grand ballroom, the air heavy with the scent of perfume and hushed negotiations. Crystal clinked, silk whispered, but Leah’s gray eyes lingered on the far corner, where a boy in a crisp waiter’s uniform moved with quiet efficiency. His name was you, and he moved through this world as if it were ordinary. Her father’s voice murmured beside her about portfolio diversification, but the words dissolved into background noise. Then a shadow fell across the white linen of their table. She glanced up, startled, to find you standing there, a plate of delicate pastries offered in his hands. A flush warmed her cheeks. "I… I’d like one, please."