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ENTRY NUMBER ONE

~Glitter~

Anastasia Steele has known Mia Grey since they were freshmen in high school. They became inseparable and best friends since that first meeting in Mr. Kempt's first hour biology class over five years earlier.

Ana was an only child, but Mia had two older brothers who, at the time, were both away at college when Ana and Mia began their friendship. As close as the two girls were, Anastasia barely saw Mia's brothers since they were older, in college and moved out of the family home. Sure, she has seen them on occasion, like at events, but it was rare for them to strike up a conversation.

When the girls entered their junior year, they met a boy named José Rodriguez. They discovered that Ana's father knew José's father, serving together in the Army. José was obsessed with the girls, mainly Ana. He had a huge and inappropriate crush on her, but Ana only ever saw him as a friend. He thought a way to get to her was to make her jealous by dating her best friend, but instead of being jealous, Ana was happy for her friend. This made José angry.

José may have been with Mia for the wrong reasons, but Mia fell in love with him. They had sex once and Mia ended up pregnant and alone her senior year. José was a year older than the girls and left for Army boot camp to seemingly follow in his father's footsteps, but in reality, he was running from his responsibilities as a father. Thankfully for Mia, her best friend was there for her.

To this day, the girls help each other. Ana and Mia live together in an apartment near downtown Seattle that Mia's parents pay for. Neither girl had to pay rent, which was great for them. They both shared the responsibilities of chores, cooking and cleaning.

Mia finished high school, thanks to her parents and Ana's support, but she didn't attend college. She would rather be a hands-on mom, so instead of college, she went to work for her brother Christian.

Christian and Mia were always close, Mia was Christian's first word and for that reason, Mia named her daughter after him.

Today was the day of little Chrissy's 3rd birthday party. A fairytale themed party fit for a princess.

Christina just turned three and knew how to have everyone wrapped around her little finger, especially her auntie Ana and uncle Christian. It was going to be her wish this year when she blew out her candles on the three tiered cake. Her mommy always dreamed of having a sister and Anastasia Steele was the only one to fill that role. It was only recently that Christina discovered how that could happen. One of her uncles and her aunt Ana had to marry, like the prince and princesses in her fairytales.

Uncle Elliot had a new girlfriend every time Christian blinked, but uncle Christian has always been single.

The girls were busy putting everything together for Christina's big day. Ana was usually busy on the weekends with her new mystery job. She still had to work until late last night, but she came over the Greys' as soon as her shift ended. Mia needed help with the party prep and decorations before the guests of Christina's daycare arrived, and Ana was always there for her friend no matter what.

Nobody knew what Ana's weekend job was, Ana preferred it that way, but Mia knew it was to help pay for Ana's college because Ana's parents died in a car accident. It was the most tragic day of her life. Not expecting to die so young, the couple had nothing to leave Ana except for their bills. Ana sold most of what she could and used the money to go to college, but she couldn't go that far with what was left after double funeral costs. She was set to receive a scholarship but when her parents died, her grades slipped and she lost her full ride. It was Mia that helped Ana get her life back and under control.

With it now being a few minutes until guests were to arrive, it was crunch time. The girls were running around trying to have everything set up and ready, Grace suggested they hire a party planner because she has hosted many events before and knows what it is like, but Mia was insistent that her daughter know her mother did this for her, not some company that was hired.

Mia was setting up the gift table where guest would place their gifts. She made sure everything had just enough glitter. She knew glitter was a nightmare to get rid of, however, what was a fairy party without fairy dust, also known as, glitter. The doer of all evils.

Ana just finished setting up the dress-up table that was now covered with fairy wings and wands so the little girls could be fairies. She did not notice the puppy Mia's parents bought for Christina who was running loose. The dog was a birthday gift they gave to Christian last night but it would be staying at her grandparents house; no pets were allowed in Mia and Ana's apartment.

As Ana was walking back to the house to make sure all the food was ready, the dog ran in front of her and tripped her. Ana tried to prevent the fail, but there was no stopping it.

"Coco, no!" Mia scolded the dog, seeing what was happening, but it was too late.

The splash was heard from every angle of the yard. Ana had fallen into the pool.

She came up coughing and sputtering as she swam to the edge.

Once she was out of the pool, Coco was barking and jumping, wanting to play.

Ana backed away, not wanting the dog to do any more damage, but the puppy thought she wanted to play and jumped on her. This action caused Ana to bump into the gift table Mia just finished setting up, which also happened to be covered in hot pink and silver glitter.

Ana ended up falling onto her butt, with the glitter from the table falling along with her.

She was now soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter and the party was expected to start in half an hour.

"Ana, are you okay?!" Mia rushed to her friend's side.

"I'm fine," She was undoubtedly a little sore, but fine.

"I'm so sorry, Ana." Grace came to her side as well and together both Mia and Grace helped Ana up.

Ana held her bicep so Grace looked her over. There was a small bruise forming, Ana easily bruised, but otherwise she was okay.

"I need to change." Ana announced.

"You can borrow anything from my room." Mia offered, still having a few items in her childhood bedroom.

"Thanks, Mimi."

Ana went into the house and hurried upstairs. Christina was still napping and would wake soon, along with guests arriving, so she had to hurry.

She was wet so it wasn't easy, walking on the marble flooring. She was slipping and sliding so she took off her flats. They weren't ruined but she wouldn't be able to wear them until they dried.

As Ana made her way upstairs to her best friend's room, she passed the bedroom of Mia's brother Christian. He arrived early so he could wrap the gift he purchased for his niece. If there was one person Christian Grey adored more than anyone it was Christina Grey. After Mia gave birth, Christina had uncle Christian wrapped around her little finger, he would do anything for her, including wrapping the gifts he personally bought for her so she knew they came from him and not his assistant. He would joke that the gift that looks to be wrapped by a blind T-rex was from him, and Christina loved it.

Before Ana could make it to Mia's room, that was next to his, Christian opened his childhood bedroom door. So it was like, she showed up at his door, soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter.

No words were exchanged, Ana gave him a polite smile and quickly continued to Mia's bedroom without another delay. The party was scheduled to start soon, she didn't have much time.

She dug through her bag that she brought with her, having to work tonight, but nothing inside was appropriate for a child's birthday party. Her next option was to look through Mia's closet. The girls were almost the same size, Ana was a bit smaller but they were close enough to share things. The only major difference was their shoe size. Mia's shoes were all two sizes too big for Ana. The only flats Ana brought with her were the soaking wet ones in her hand, all other shoes packed were no less than 5 inch heels.

Ana grabbed a pair of heels from her bag. They were the least sexiest pair in the bag and it wasn't something she wanted to wear during a three year old's birthday party, but she had no other choice. Her only other option was to go barefoot and that too would've been inappropriate.

Next, she slipped into a baby pink dress, the closest dress should could find to suit Christina's princess fantasy birthday party. Then she sat on the bed put on the 5 inch bright pink sparkly heels.

After she was changed and dry, although still covered in the glitter she couldn't get off, Ana went back outside to help.

People were showing up now, mainly those from Christina's daycare center and family, Grace and Mia had cleaned up the mess made with the table so help was no longer needed and everything was ready to go. Thank goodness.

"Auntie Ana, wookie!" Christina twirled in her blue Cinderella dress. "Imma pwincess."

"You are!" Ana agreed with a bright smile.

The birthday party was a hit, all the kids had a blast and even the adults had fun. Mia couldn't have been happier that her little girl's special day went well.

It was now time for cake and ice cream.

Mia brought out a mini cake with three candles on it for Christina while Ana followed her out singing, Happy Birthday To You. Soon, everyone followed suit.

Christina was grinning throughout the entire song, and as soon as it was over, it time for the little girl to make her wish before blowing out her candle.

Mia and Ana was telling Christina all about making wishes before blowing out her birthday candles this year and Christina was determined to please her mommy. Her mother did a lot for her and, even as early as three, Christina was grateful. There was only one wish Christina wanted to come true, so she thought about it.

I wish mommy and auntie Ana were real sisters.

On the count of three, Christina blew out the candles after making her wish, and everyone cheered.

Christina looked at her aunt who was smiling at her, holding a camera and waiting for her to blow out the candles. Christina then looked at her uncle Christian. She was surprised to see uncle Christian was already looking at her auntie Ana, admiring her in a way. Maybe the wish already came true? But the truth was, this wasn't the first time Christian stared at Ana, but it was the first time he was caught.

What everyone didn't know, Christian had a crush on the beautiful brunette since their first meeting. His very first crush ever and he couldn't do anything about it. Anastasia was considered off limits to Christian because she was his sister's best friend. If things ended badly between them, he would feel like shit if it ended Mia and Ana's friendship too. So he steered clear of the brunette beauty who haunted his visions and dreams every night and day. She was all he could ever think about.

Christian Grey was a man who usually got everything he wanted, with the exception of Anastasia Steele, so it was hard for him to stay away. But that didn't stop him from drooling over her from afar.

He had to lock himself inside his room after seeing her soaking wet. He just finished wrapping Christina's gift and was about to go downstairs when Ana showed up at his door, her clothes sticking to her like a second skin and her nipples hard from her body temp dropping. He could tell she was cold from being wet and all he wanted to do was warm her up the best way he knew how. Without their clothes on. Instead he took care of his little, or I should say big problem himself. All while calling out his dream girl's name.

Christian had a difficult life, he was abused as a toddler and neglected by his birthmother, used and abused during his teenage years by a someone who clamed to be a family friend, and, until recently, his adult years too. They may have ended their sexual relationship long ago, but Elena Lincoln was still controlling Christian. It took him longer than it should to figure it out because he always believed she helped him and continued to look out for him, but as soon as he realized what has been happening, he ended everything to do with Elena Lincoln and ran her out of Washington.

He has been in therapy all his life, never taking it seriously, until now. He enjoyed the lifestyle, but for the wrong reasons. Dr. Flynn was helping him rediscover himself and it was working. Christian wanted to try a vanilla relationship with a girl but he didn't want just any girl. It would feel like he was betraying the one girl he really wanted that he could never have.

So instead, he stayed single and continued therapy.

After the party, Christian stayed to help clean up. In reality, he used it as an excuse to be near Anastasia. He loved his sister and his niece, but he often stopped by their apartment on the weekends to see them just to see her. But she was never there on weekends. Christian was too busy during the week, running a multibillion dollar company, so he was only free on weekends. He didn't know what Anastasia was doing every weekend, and Mia wouldn't say if she knew or not, not that Christian would directly ask but he did bring it up in casual conversation. Still, Mia never said what Ana was doing, just that she was working.

Christian had her background check, he knew she didn't work weekends, so he wasn't sure what she was doing. Today was Saturday, the weekend, and now that he has eyes on her, he is determined to find out what she's been doing on the weekends. He has already overheard her and Mia talking about it, about how Ana wouldn't be home until late tonight.

He watched as Anastasia gathered a duffle bag she brought with the night before, hugged Mia, kissed Christina and left.

Before she could get too far, Christian did the same; telling his loved ones goodbye and then left to follow her.

He had never followed anyone before, but he thought he was pretty good at it. She hadn't noticed anything unusual because he stayed far enough back and out of her sight, always in the opposite lane she was using, until she made a turn.

It wasn't until she pulled into a parking lot that he realized they were at their destination.

He watched as she grabbed her bag and walked inside using a back entrance instead of the main door. This confirmed what Mia told him, that Ana was working weekends. So whatever job she had, it must pay cash under the table. The was no job in her background check, only that she was a student at the University of Washington studying English Literature.

The building wasn't new, but he had never been here before, there were no clues as to what the place was on the outside so the only way to know would be to go inside. However, the main doors were locked. There was a sign with the hours listed that suggested it was a bar or some kind of night club, because it was only open after dinner and closing near 2am.

The only way to find out what this place was, meant Christian would have to wait until they opened so he could go inside. She had an advantage, knowing this place, but if she spotted him, he could say it was a coincidence. How was he to know she would be here?

A quick email to his IT department determined that this was in fact a club, but there was no other clues as to what type. It was all on the down low so not even the background check gave much about the place. The name being Glitter gave nothing away. So perhaps she was just a waitress or a bartender of some sort to earn extra cash for school.

It was finally time for the doors to open, the parking lot was starting to fill up with early arrivals instead of the employees. Christian noted there were more male than female patrons, but he paid no attention. His main focus was on Anastasia Steele, whose car was still parked a few spaces away, which meant she was still inside.

Christian waited a few more minutes before he finally got out of his car and entered the club.

The floor looked like a damn disco ball, it was covered in glitter and it reminded him of her being covered in it earlier. I guess this is what they meant when they named the place Glitter.

At first glance, it looked just as any other club. That is, until he saw the poles placed strategically around the room.

This wasn't just any club, no, it was a strip club. And Anastasia, she worked here.

He rarely prayed, it did no good when he was younger, but he prayed that she had a job that kept her decent and covered. Not one of the many topless waitresses he saw already milling about. He looked at each, trying to see if it was her, but none were. Thank fuck! Next he checked out the bartenders but they were all male. His last hope was she did something in the back and away from public view, but he knew deep down what she did here, so he kept his eye on the stage.

There were two dancers already dancing on either side of the stage. Neither was brunette and neither was Anastasia Steele.

This was definitely not his scene, but he took a seat in a dark corner of the room, as to not be seen, and watched the stage while occasionally glancing around the room trying to spot her.

Never in a million years did he ever expect this to be a job Anastasia Steele would have. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also very shy.

He sat in the back booth, nursing a cola as he waited to see her. He was starting to relax, thinking she had a job in the back and wouldn't come out at all, but as the night went on, the lights went down and the club became more and more crowded with perverted men. Himself included, he thought. There were young men, older gentlemen, and then the middle aged, family man types. They all acted like horny perverts around these women but they were respectful. Nobody wanted security to interfere, nobody wanted to be removed, so they all enjoyed the show.

With the lights now low and the club now full, the music turned up and more girls came out to dance. Taking their clothes off for money, dancing around the poles, on laps, in back rooms for private dances, all of them enjoying themselves as much as the men. Christian thought about going back outside to see if Anastasia's car was still out there because it was obvious she wasn't here.

Perhaps she doesn't work here after all and there was some other explanation as to why she would be here in the first place.

Christian stood, readying himself to leave, when the music changed again and the curtains opened to allow another dancer onto the stage. Right on cue, a petite blonde with hot pink highlights stepped out on the stage. All the dancers had a nice firm body, and this girl was no different. She was wearing a pink little number that looked to be covered in glitter that matched the highlights in her hair. But it wasn't her hair or what she was wearing that captured his attention, it was her heels, oddly enough.

Sparkling pink with a silver heel that looked like diamonds shining bright. He would recognize those heels anywhere, he just saw them hours earlier. They were the heels Anastasia changed into at Christina's birthday party. Yes, he noticed her heels at the party, he spent the better half of the party imagining them wrapped around him while he fucked the beauty they belonged to. The only problem, the blonde on stage was clearly not that beauty. That is, until he caught a glimpse of her face.

The blonde chick with the hot pink highlights was Anastasia. She was wearing a wig.

It wasn't until she wrapped her leg around a pole that Christian realized what she was doing. And she knew what she was doing well, working that pole like a pro. But she doesn't know what she was doing to his head. She has the body of a goddess, the thong showing off her amazing, tight little ass well, and the tiny top leaving little to the imagination. And the glitter still on her body from earlier was sparkling in the light like a sign saying, look at me. She was a siren, and she was calling to him.

He has dreamed about seeing her body every night, but here, in the low light of the club, is definitely not what he ever imagined.

He was still standing, from when he was about to leave, but seeing her parading around the stage in a barely there pink glitter number had him storming up to her. He had to remember to play it cool, not wanting to be removed from the club by security. Fuck it, if he was leaving, she was going with him, security be damned. She may not be his, yet, but he did not like that fact that other men could see her like this. He was pissed and rightly so, he believed.

Anastasia was lost in her own little world, climbing the pole, spinning around, doing the crazy flips she learned, all but ignoring the patrons of the club, unlike the other dancers who threw themselves at the men. She knew that was how they got more tips, but she didn't want to degrade herself anymore than she already was, so instead, she did her thing and left. She paid no attention to any of the men surrounding the stage and refused to do private dances. She didn't want to feel their human reactions.

After her parents died and she lost her scholarship, Ana needed money for school. She was thankful to the Greys who got the girls an apartment in Seattle, but she knew she wouldn't be able to live off them forever. She had dreams, and she knew sooner or later she would find someone or Mia would find a guy and they wouldn't be living together anymore. They were only in their early 20s but she knew this arrangement wouldn't be a permanent situation. Sooner or later, the girls would grow up, meet the man of their dreams, and move out.

On her first day at UW, she was checking out a board that had pins of job openings. She knew what little money she had would run out soon and would need some kind of employment. That's when she met Candy, an exotic dancer at Glitter. Of course, she tried to find another job, not wanting to be a stripper, but with zero experience, no place wanted to hire her.

She was desperate. Sex sells, and taking off her top paid a lot of money, it would help her out a lot. She started her freshmen year and has been working at Glitter ever since. With only one more year left of school, she was planning on quitting. That is, when she found work in the field she wanted; publishing. Until then, she shook what her mama gave her.

She paid no attention to the men but she knew how to make good tips. Ana has gotten use to taking her clothes off in front of people, she's come a long way from when she first started. If she was being honest with herself, this job gave her confidence like never before. She now felt comfortable in her skin and being nude. She now thought it was a beautiful thing, like human art.

As she twirled around the pole, and men pulled out dollar bills, nothing higher than a five or ten, she continued her routine. It wasn't until she spied two fifties between his fingers that her attention was caught.

She carefully sat on the stage and moved to the edge, so her heeled feet were resting on his thighs. She made sure her toes were pressing on his thighs instead of the heels, as to not hurt him. Then she arched her back, making sure her covered pussy was near his view.

He slipped in a fifty on either side of her thong, then kept his hands on her waist.

With his hands now on her hips, she let him help her off the stage. Tipping her one hundred dollars deserved some kind of special treatment, right? So she began grinding on his lap.

Perhaps a personal view of her breasts would do nicely.

Just as she reached behind her back, to unhook her top, she looked up at him through her lashes and froze. It was Christian. As in, Mia's brother. Christian freaking Grey!

Shit!

"Christian." She breathed his name, having no idea how he longed to hear that breathy tone aimed towards him. But in an entirely different surrounding, like in his bed.

"Anastasia." His deep baritone voice commanded attention. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I- I work here." She admitted with blush now adorning her cheeks, and slowly going down to the tops of her breasts. "What are you- What are you doing here?"

It was a rhetorical question, she knew why men came to a place like this. And if the bulge in his jeans was anything to go by, she knew why he was here as well. He came to enjoy the show.

"Get dressed." He said through his teeth, now glaring hard at the poor girl.

"Aren't you having a good time?" She joked as she swiveled her hips, making contact with his erection again. "It sure seems like it to me."

He gripped her hips tightly and tried, tried so desperately hard with everything he could, to not buck his hips up to meet hers. He barely managed to seem unaffected by the beauty grinding on his lap. Of course his erection was evident and hard to hide so she knew he was affected by her. Who wouldn't be.

"I'm not kidding, Anastasia." And he was serious. "Get your stuff, we're leaving."

"I'm working." She couldn't just leave mid-shift.

"I don't give a fuck if you're working, get your shit, get dressed, we're leaving."

Instead of arguing with him, she jumped off his lap and stomped off back stage.

Christian didn't care that she was upset, or that she was loosing money, all he cared about was getting her out of there before anyone else saw her body. As much as he wanted a view of her pert breasts, he didn't want the other men to see them. She could make up whatever excuse she needed to take the rest of the night off, hell, a better option would be for her to quit permanently. Yes, yes, she would definitely be quitting.

While he waited, he wondered if she had been out earlier, stripping for all these men. He didn't notice her at first when she came out because she was wearing a wig, it was the heels that he recognized.

As each moment passed, and as he looked around the room at the men with smiles of content on their faces, he wondered which saw his Ana. His answer was obvious. All of them. This wasn't her first day either, so more than just these few men had seen her body. It seemed the girls didn't get completely naked, leaving their bottoms on, so at least there is that.

Before long, Anastasia was sitting in the passenger seat of Christian's R8 as he drove. He wouldn't let her drive, he didn't trust that she would leave. He was planning on taking her home, but she told him not to. She didn't want to explain to Mia, who had no idea her best friend was a stripper, that her brother caught her and dragged her out of the club like some sort of caveman. Thankfully he didn't throw her over his shoulder.

Christian contemplated where to go. They could have something to eat before he took her home, or they could go some place more private, like his home.

Escala it is.

Ana had never been to his home before, so she took her time admiring the view, much like Christian was admiring a completely different view.

They sat and enjoyed a glass of wine while Anastasia explained why she was an exotic dancer. Christian offered her a job and at first she refused, but eventually she accepted. It would look much better on her resume than stripper, not that she would put that down at all. She didn't know how her boss would take the news of her leaving early, but he knew she wasn't going to stay after college.

The two talked as ease, like old friends, it was mainly stories about Christina. The pair adored their niece. They hadn't even realized the bottle of wine was empty.

Not wanting her to leave, Christian brought out another and soon that too was empty.

Now buzzed, with sexual tension stifling the air, the two gazed at each other, both wanting to admit their feelings, both not wanting to be rejected. But, with the help of the liquor encouragement, Christian was first to speak.

"I want you." He whispered.

"I've always wanted you." She admitted.

Their lips crashed together, their tongues fighting for dominance while they fumbled with their clothing.

Half way through undressing, Christian lead Anastasia to his bedroom, dropping an item of clothing as they went.

Walking her backwards towards his bed, he pushed her lightly so she fell onto his bed. Not long after, he followed her onto the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He checked, not wanting to take advantage of her.

"Please." She begged him. "I want you inside of me, I want to feel you, I've been dreaming about you taking me every night."

A deep animalistic growl came from within him.

"Fuck," He moaned. "Me, too, baby."

With the alcohol in their systems, it was easy to admit their feelings.

"But I don't want us to wake up tomorrow and regret this." His ever logical brain stepped in.

"No regrets." She promised.

And that's all he needed to hear.

He kissed every inch of her body, taking it slow and worshiping her.

She moaned when his mouth found her clit, the man knew what he was doing and he did it well.

Ana came for him, twice, and he lapped up every drop she gave him.

She was still bruised, still covered in glitter, but now she was wet for a totally different reason.

He loved how wet she was for him and couldn't wait any longer. He was painfully hard and needed a release.

There was no stopping him now, except...

"FUCK!"

"What?" She breathed, still coming down from the amazing orgasm he'd just given her. "What's wrong? What is it?"

"I don't have any condoms in here." He kept them upstairs but they were probably expired by now, it's been so long since he has used them.

"I'm on the pill." She told him. "I've never... I've never had sex before, I'm clean."

"Are you serious?"

"I want this, Christian, please tell me you are okay with this."

"Baby, I love that I'm your first," He said while lining himself up with her entrance,

"And I want to be your only." He finished as he pushed himself inside her warm, wet center.

"Oooh, yes." She moaned at both the feeling of being full and his words.

Christian pulled out slightly, only to push back in. He was being slow and gentle, not his usual style, but he wanted this to last.

Ana soon match his rhythm and the pair because thrusting harder and harder, going faster and faster.

The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, their primal lovemaking. Moans and groans, grunts and heavy breathing.

Christian swiveled his hips into her, causing her to scream out.

"Christian!"

"Cum, baby." He commanded her, needing her to cum before he did.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY-" Ana chanted as she came so hard.

Christian exploded moments later as her pussy continued to squeeze him, milking him of all he had.

It was the most amazing sex. Neither could barely move.

He fell beside her, and pulled her into him as he inhaled her intoxicating scent.

As they lay, snuggled together, Christian noticed some of the glitter on her body rubbed off on him. So fucking hot!

She turned her head so she could look at the beautiful man behind her. Lifting her lips, and with him leaning down to capture them, they began kissing again. This time it was at a slower pace than earlier.

With his hands still wrapped around her, and hers holding his arms, they continued making out in his bed.

Slowly his hand began to move south until he found her soaking wet core.

She moaned into his mouth and moved her ass against his front, squirming at her clit being so sensitive. Upon doing this, she discovered that he was hardening.

"Again?" She asked, begging for more against his lips.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He responded, opening her legs and slipping his now fully erect penis inside of her.

"I want you, always." He moaned at the thought.

"You have me." She purred back. "Always."

They would, from this day forward, be inseparable. Christina would be happy to know that her wish came true, and Mia would be happy for her brother and best friend.

And to think, this day all started with her showing up at his door, soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter...

The End