Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Feb 19, 2014 15:39:21 GMT -5
New York City was always too loud, at least, that's what Sunday Torre thought. The twenty-one year old was sitting in the Torre Clan Headquarters, her legs slung over the side of an armchair. She's made sure the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing didn't fall away to reveal anything inappropriate and a book was nestled in her lap.
Honestly, Sunday felt as though she didn't really know her family. She was just a cousin of the Torre family, but even so, she rarely talked with them. She'd come to New York hoping to get closer, but that plan fell through. Now she went about her days keeping mostly to herself. The city was louder than her country home and it made her nervous. Sighing, the young women flicked through the pages of her book, bright green eyes dull with boredom. A small white headband was nestled in her dark hair, which was cut to above her shoulders. She couldn't bear having long hair- she nearly gasped when she saw Belle Hostitch's, a fellow clan member's, hair. It was longer than her waist! Too much upkeep. It made Sunday shudder at the thought.
Honestly, Sunday felt as though she didn't really know her family. She was just a cousin of the Torre family, but even so, she rarely talked with them. She'd come to New York hoping to get closer, but that plan fell through. Now she went about her days keeping mostly to herself. The city was louder than her country home and it made her nervous. Sighing, the young women flicked through the pages of her book, bright green eyes dull with boredom. A small white headband was nestled in her dark hair, which was cut to above her shoulders. She couldn't bear having long hair- she nearly gasped when she saw Belle Hostitch's, a fellow clan member's, hair. It was longer than her waist! Too much upkeep. It made Sunday shudder at the thought.
