Post by alicetudor on Mar 25, 2012 18:09:52 GMT -5
Alice busied herself in an empty studio of Francis', shifting about and gathering the strewn clothing. Supermodels, what a rude bunch! She huffed softly over the state of a skirt and scooped it up, moving over to a seat.
She shifted the fine clothing, glancing around herself as she started to fold. Francis didn't know Alice was here, and would probably fuss at her for leaving the house, but she knew he needed the help. After all, the night before, he'd seemed ready to tear his hair out over something insignificant.
She shifted the fine clothing, glancing around herself as she started to fold. Francis didn't know Alice was here, and would probably fuss at her for leaving the house, but she knew he needed the help. After all, the night before, he'd seemed ready to tear his hair out over something insignificant.