✧ Signe Holmström ; — Ft. Enzo Bianchi ⟢ - Blog Posts
Signe’s jaw dropped in surprise as he managed to undo the knot in the bracelet like it was a magician’s party trick. She laughed a bit as she accepted the the restored bracelet, and she waved off Enzo’s quip about her imaginary wealthy woman Margot. Her eyes glanced over to the six-year-old, deep in concentration over her own bracelet. “Well, I’d be a full to reject an offer from the Maisie,” she said, offering the girl a wink when they locked eyes. Signe snorted in amusement as Maisie chimed in that Enzo’s suitors hadn’t even been pretty. She leaned closer, playfully stage-whispering to the young girl. “You should consider being his full-time security detail. He clearly need someone to keep him in check.” Then turning to Enzo, she smirked. “Are you living in an episode of Bridgerton? Fighting off eyelash fluttering belles and their ambitious mammas?”
"If it has to be acknowledged, then Margot is wearing a laboratory-made diamond," he clarified, methodically pulling a knot that allowed the string from the bracelet Signe was working on to unravel completely. "Voila, madame." Handing the string back to the brunette and glanced over at the mini blonde, who focused on perfecting the beaded bracelet she was making to sell before the end of the day. "You've received a prestigious offer from Maisie, you can't decline it." The little girl looked up and nodded with a smirk before returning to her work. "One minute I was talking to her dad, and the next, she dragged me in this direction while her parents headed the other way." This was an unpaid gig, and he tolerated it because the six-year-old was self-sufficient. "She keeps me on my toes and has protected me from some ladies today." Not ideal, but before he could continue his thought, Maisie chimed in, "None of them were even that pretty."
Signe snorted as she watched Enzo wrestle with the tangled string. “Excuse you, I know exactly what a diamond looks like.” She leaned over, gently poking him in the arm. “It’s shiny, expensive, and usually worn by women named Margot who say things like ‘oh, this old thing?’ at charity galas.” She smirked at him, mischief and amusement sparkling in her eyes. “Wrist model, huh? That’s a big responsibility. What if I ruin her brand?” Signe stroked her chin, as if deep in thought before sighing. “But, if she’s offering ice cream. and sprinkles – I gotta risk it.” She glanced at Maisie with a secret grin, letting her know her color preferences. She glanced back at Enzo, her voice a touch quieter. “You’ve been watching her all day?”
"You sure you know what a diamond looks like?" he jests as he does his best to unravel the string to a recoverable state for Signe to make a better attempt. They always made him chuckle and never ceased to amaze him with their antics and quirks. Maisie could only gasp and promised to make Signe a bracelet, collecting information on the brunette's favorite colors. "Maisie said I had to be her wrist model. She's hoping to make a nice penny this week. If you volunteer, she does promise a mean ice cream cone with the option to get sprinkles!"
She snorted at the question while she handed over the mess of string into Enzo’s waiting hand. “Well, I was trying to make a diamond friendship bracelet pattern,” Signe gestured to the pattern she’d been attempting to follow. “Clearly, my talents lay elsewhere.” There was no sting in her voice, only amusement. Her eyes flickered down at the beaded bracelet that was also before him and smiled. “Maisie’s is definitely better than mine. She’s clearly the true artist here.”
Enzo had been asked to join the Chief of Plastic Surgery's daughter at the friendship bracelet table. She had taken a liking to him from the moment he arrived at her third birthday party and brought her a life-size doll imported from Italy. Since then, Enzo and Maisie have been inseparable for the past three years. As she showed him the sparkly beads to add to their bracelet, the woman beside him displayed their failed attempt. "Well, not everything is a loss. No pun intended," he said, gesturing for her to hand him the knotted string. "What were you trying to do here?"
