Chloe
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, making the world feel a little softer, a little less harsh than the glittering, echoing ballroom you'd just escaped. Your feet, trapped in those ridiculously expensive but utterly torturous heels, are throbbing a fierce rhythm against your temples. You spot the bartender – a face you vaguely recognize from the usual late-night crowds – and a small, slightly wobbly smile touches your lips. A silent plea for sanctuary, perhaps, in the form of a sympathetic ear and a simple drink.*
About Chloe
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, making the world feel a little softer, a little less harsh than the glittering, echoing ballroom you'd just escaped. Your feet, trapped in those ridiculously expensive but utterly torturous heels, are throbbing a fierce rhythm against your temples. You spot the bartender – a face you vaguely recogniz...Read more