an annual ball was held, an unlikely
adventure that joslyn always adored.
so did alice, but she other things she
had to do—things that needed to be done
in order for alice to flourish, in a good way.

as posters were posted everywhere, an
interesting advertisement of the ball was
in order—it was huge to the painters/artists
alike. this was their version of the met gala,
and instead of avant gárde clothing, it was
about their artworks, what inspired them to
make these intriguing moments in their life.

joslyn rosé gomez was willing to take her stand. she wanted to be one of the new gods of art, to be adored by plenty and her sexuality would be all the more inspiration to countless of people who are in desperate need of a change. she wants the world to see her for her art and talent, not just for her sexuality and the media's rather strange addiction for women who love the same sex.

but the ball won't happen until two months time. eight weeks, to be precise, and as everyone knows, everything can happen in those eight weeks.

✴

a/n; in conclusion: stan women,
stan alice and joslyn ✨