Escapades
I power walked inside onto the illustriously tiled floor and slammed the door shut. In distress, I threw my white and blue shaded Chanel scarf over my neck. I'd just had a long flight from New Zealand for my featured project and my suitcases were late. I released a breath and went to sit on the table. Butler: Excuse me, madam, you have guest that have arrived for you. Minutes after, I heard running through the hallways and then there it was. My hands disowned my Fendi bag. My voice betrayed me and my head was...I think I'm dreaming. The two held tensive stares at each other and at me. Sapphire: ... What's going on? ********************************************* Maids and waitors, I mean everyone was busy about the mansion. It's the weekend. I don't understand really. Usually, there woul
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