𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐂𝐊 !

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ; ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ. ❜ :: mrs 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐂𝐊 ! trophy wife, step-mother of the year, piano & pianist enthusiast. by flame. ⠀

singing sankt nikolai carols, blissfully unaware of how her baby is happily nibbling at a knife.

clears her throat.

/. life here is sad since maeve flipped before we could write foursome zoyalinamalolai 💔

/. cos yeah they're all alys to me

/. or bebe cave !!! but SAME

/. i still think aimee lou wood is the right FC for alys ! unfortunately she doesn't do period stuff </3

/. never not putting caelum's kaz in pink environments

— especially the fact that they're still here, two hours and for glasses after the start of said meeting. the young mrs tilts her head to the side as her scrutiny intensifies, not in the least bashful of how it has been exposed. “and it was deserved, I am sure.”

— be turning into her favourite kind of events to host. business meetings are so fun ! she understands now, why Jan kept having them. she shall have plenty more. everything had been quite surprising — not least of all the man now sitting in her pink kitchen's table, and —

— she was hosting a business meeting. and the first time she was allowed a single man's company, no chaperone in sight — if not for the babbling, fat-cheeked thing dressed all in pink taffetas currently letting out delicate snores from her pram by Alys' side. this might now —

— one year anniversary when Jan had allowed her to make a true dent in his coffers. and she was good at it, too. if it were not for Van Eck's serious behaviour, the house would have been filled with friends, music and laughters every single day. but this was the first time —

Alys loved entertaining. it was one of the many joys that came from marriage and made it an experience to be recommended — if one could look past the gruesome presence of a husband in the equation. tea parties, musicales, soirées, even a ball, in one memorable occasions for her —

her mama will always want to sing with her darling girl.

/ that's alys' house on her private island after ruining her husband dry

claps ! oh, she'll be at the opera one day, this one !