Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave. “What?”
“You know,” Daisy said quietly, not looking at her, “I applied to the conservatory in Chicago.” chanel camryn, daisy lavoy
Daisy scrolled dramatically, then tapped her phone. A lo-fi beat filled the car—soft piano, distant rain sounds. Chanel raised an eyebrow. Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave
Some pictures, Chanel realized, you don’t need to wave dry. They stay with you, no matter how far you drive. ” Daisy said quietly