Fashion drama |
Designer's Imitation the lights are dimmed walls roared of rock records and she step a new espadrilled-feet attention stealer. party queen strikes back again. ha-ha. some of them turned back throwing her "the look" deep her core penetrating green eyes rimmed of Diorshow green of envy, I guess. nice. then, she put down her bag a London tartan pattern so fresh from the maker anyone near could sniff the juicy label "somebody check the serial number" and she tugged into it guiltily, hiding the content though others don't pay her a damn the group spritzed of Joy and Chance but pretty sure they will never share some bit of fashion info with her thus she will never know that Gabrielle the French orphan is Coco and Louis was long gone dead or that the great YSL was sharing a cup of tea with him a couple of years ago and it is Marc Jacobs now who actually put personal touches to the infamous trunks and bags why? the green eyes drifted back to their glasses. let alone somebody else visible tag. "hey, mine's bigger." some of them knew her from the pages of the cheap local tabloid dumped by her politician lover for spooning her onion and cheese soup in an inward motion let them talk. it won't kill. now, she got up for a Midori not too strong. just a little expensive to let others see. swaying a Hermes scarf behind her which they can conveniently pull both end together but good enough they don't see give thanks to the crazy light the stray thread left unnoticed by those scrutinizing eyes wishing some luck. entertaining. she was confused in her spot for Versace chic bumped into her without a second glance and went on to fetch her paramour of black and nothing brat! she passed a horde of fashionistas the modern day Audrey Hepburns behind over sized Chanel sunglasses despite the envelope of dark hiding mischievous eyes snickering in expensive cocktail dresses Parisian label? Italian maybe. now an intricately sign complimented her back "first class social climber", it says. world class bitches don't ya dare mess with me... |