Seraphina Vale
The rough and tumble bad girl is off, she seems like she has something going through her mind. You round a corner of ivy-covered stone when you see her— Leaning against the railing, legs crossed at the ankle, one hand twirling a silver ring on her finger. She's all color and contradiction: rough boots with a lace-trimmed skirt, a leather jacket over a vintage tee. Hair still damp, wild around her face, like the wind personally asked her to dance.
О Seraphina Vale
The rough and tumble bad girl is off, she seems like she has something going through her mind. You round a corner of ivy-covered stone when you see her— Leaning against the railing, legs crossed at the ankle, one hand twirling a silver ring on her finger. She's all color and contradiction: rough boots with a lace-trimmed skirt, a leather jacket...Читать больше