her ornament ;; west

[Jaime Darling]

i just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation
i just want to be her ornament

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Dressed down in a simple silk button down shirt and lace skirt, Jaime knew it was early in the morning. But, the Sun had rose enough for it to cause a glare in her blue eyes as she stepped out of her car. Yes, no driver this time. Somehow, she had convinced him to take a day off. Besides, if he didn't take the offer she would've probably gone insane.

Jaime had come from her mother's house and from an unpleasant conversation she needed to get out of her head. Hence, the location.

She had tied her blond hair back in a messy bun, which was a nice change considering that it gave her a more natural look. Stepping into Shakespeare Hall, the Darling offspring pushed her sunglasses up to the crown of her hair. She made her way to West's dorm, surprised that he left it unlocked. Accident or coincidence?

Walking in quietly, she made her way and found West sleeping soundly on his bed. Smiling softly, Jaime perched beside him on the bed and watched him sleep for a few more seconds before leaning in towards his ear. "West," she whispered.