Wander, We still Wander.

Our stomachs were full, but our hearts were still empty. You see, Miss Havisham,* we know how you felt. A table scattered with food, but no one but ourselves to share it with. Tragic. Now we are left to wander the darkness in our finest clothes.

All clothing is vintage, all pieces on the table and in the trees were plucked from our infinite closets. Katelyn's headpiece was hand studded by her. All edits were completed by Amber, all photos of Katelyn taken by Amber and all photos of Amber taken by Katelyn.
*from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations