Hey guys! I don't write these normally *laugh*. But I wanted to tell you something! Which is good music equals great writing! My song for this chapter is 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by Panic! At the Disco. Great song, check it out if you have time! And these chapters are short, I know and sorry, and take ages to update, but I'm really, REALLY busy now. TTYL!
The limousine was awesome, as most limousines go. It was black, stretch style and was plush. Like really really plush. We drove up to the front of this massive department store, and when I walked in, I was shocked.
"We're shopping here?" I asked, disbelief evident in my voice.
"Well. Of course! You need high-profile clothes to be a high-profile model. So… where shall we go first?" Annie said.
"From the top then work our way down. What's my budget?" I asked.
Annie rolled her eyes. "Leah, honey, you don't have a budget."
Woah! That was new. "So I can spend as much as I like?"
"Yes. But only on things that look specacular on you. You don't want to ruin your wardrobe by buying a hideous necklace, do you?" Annie asked. I shook my head. No way. No freaking way.
We shopped all day, stopping here and there, admiring necklaces and ooh-ing and ahh-ing when we found something beautiful. We street shopped and found treasures. Annie was an avid fashion collector, and we bought around the same amount of things. I could pick out clothes for her, and she could pick out clothes for me. I was always a sucker for nice necklaces or bracelets, so in the end I picked out all those. I didn't have any piercings, but we still looked at the earrings, for our 'collection'. This is my new 'What I Want and What I Need To Do' list.
Leah's WIWAWINTD List
Jewellry holders (earrings, bracelets, necklaces etc.)
Wooden clothes hangers (preferably new with gloss cover.)
Clothes! And more clothes (designer, but some vintage stuff too.)
Cute stuff (i.e. hats, scarves, bags.)
Shoes!
An apartment (penthouse, Stella said.)
Perfumes (nice scents, fresh types.)
Bed (comfy, and good for the spine.)
That's about it. For the time being. We had around 30 shopping bags (each too, mind you), and inside the limousine was about 70 boxes of shoes, lots and lots of jewellry and perfume, and more clothes. Now, you might think I'm a spoiled brat now, but I'm not. I still have a purpose, which is to be independent, and if getting that means I'm going to have to spend some money, so? It'll all be better in the long run. I would get a apartment, set up my house beautifully, and have a massive walk-in wardrobe. Annie and I were exhausted, but excited. We left our shopping in the limousine for the time being, and rushed in to the Star Agency.
"Leah! You will never believe what I'm about to tell you!" Stella said, apparently waiting for us.
"Maybe? Or maybe not." I said, laughing.
"I have found you an apartment, which is penthouse of course, that has a view of the Eiffel! And costs less than £300 a week! Walk-in wardrobe, three bedrooms, gym, big kitchen, and wooden floorboards!" Stella continued. My mouth dropped.
"How did you get it? I mean, isn't that going to cost a fortune?" I asked.
"Connections, my dear. Connections." Stella said, winking. I smiled, not knowing what she meant, but not caring.
"When will we get to the apartment?" Annie asked.
"Well…round about like now!" Stella cried.
"Go go go! Change." Annie said.
I ran to the bathroom and changed into a gorgeous orange and yellow print summer dress. I found a pair of beautiful glossy, black flats with a big silver buckle that looked great on me. I walked out and was once again ushered into the limousine.
"So, anyone going to tell me where my new place is?" I asked. I was curious, I had to admit.
"The Parc du Champ de Mars. Highly sought after, might I add, you'll love it. It's very you! And close to the Eiffel. It's lovely. Splendid sight." Stella said, laughing.
I laughed along too. We parked in front of this massive building. That shone and was beautiful! Victorian style windows with a French twist, polished glass, perfect gardens and a grand mahogany door. I gaped. I remembered Annie's words from before 'the inside is way better'. I didn't believe it. How could I? The outside was fabulous. Utterly fabulous. Be prepared, Leah, your life is turning around.
I walked into the lovely lobby, and once again stopped to admire the lovely architecture. It was really nice. I'm not exaggerating! It was kind of modern, Victorian and yet France at the same time. There was a fountain in the middle with a sculpture of a woman in an oyster shell in it, and the floor was gleaming white tiles. The reception desk was neat and mess-free. Like a face without blemishes, I mused. There were comfy couches that were a matching shade of burgundy, and deep brown coffee tables. The walls were made of a sandstone-y rock, but was smooth and classic, in both texture and colour. There was also hanging silk pictures of landscapes, people and other things, and they were beautiful too, modern, but yet they matched. How do people do things like this? I mean, seriously.
Stella just walked up to the reception desk, and asked for the penthouse's key, without a second glance at the radishing interior. She motioned to us with her finger to come with her. Annie walked towards her and I took a parting glance and walked over to the elevator too. The elevator was like the ones in movies, with the little seats and carpets and all that stuff.
"How long does this take?" I asked, a bit impatient. I mean, I was going to my PENTHOUSE! Wouldn't you be a tiny bit excited too? Frankly, I was going to explode!
"This is not a provate elevator, because that would be unsecure. You walk down the hallway and you're there! And we're close, Leah, honey." Stella said. I mumbled something incoherent, and suddenly the elevator pinged. The doors opened and I stepped into a hallway with only two doors.
"That one over there," Stella said, pointing to the door on the right, "is Annie's." She let it sink in for about 2 minutes, then Annie and my screaming was the only thing that could be heard.
"Girls! Pity my ears. People get deaf all the time, you know!" Stella smiled. We smiled sheepishly, like we were in first grade and caught doing something bad. Like stealing cookies from the cookie jar, except this time we were so HAPPY! Like, really, really happy. We were practically roommates! Well, more like penthousemates, but you get the point!
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Stella! This is AWESOME!" I enthused, still on high from the discovery.
"Well? Aren't you going to see what's inside?" Stella asked calmly, Annie, on the other hand, was just about to burst with joy.
She handed me a key, and I put it into the keyhole and twisted it. No sound, no creaky doors. I was greeted with a beautiful living room, some furniture, just the basics, but lovely none-the-less. It was floorboards, glossy and not too dark or light. She led me to a archway, and handed me a remote. Remember that one that Mia gets in Princess Diaries? Yes, one exactly like it.
"Your personal mall." Stella smiled. Annie, I saw, still had not recovered.