… Who are you?
The poll gave a giggle。 His teeth were even more than the white shirt。
… Im Miles。 Miles Ingram。
Son of Danny Ingram; owner of the famous restaurants and clubs; owner of the fashionable
places such as Gorgona Trixie in New York and in Los Angeles; to name a few。
… He is my colleague in the class Bronxdale … Aaron added。 … We are building a band。 Miles
plays drums。
Blair bebericou the champagne; hoping they would say something that was not pletely
boring。
Miles gave a giggle and monkfish Blair to the fingers on the back of an empty chair。
… You are more beautiful than I thought … he said。
He was cute; but fingers batucantes that business could be seriously annoying。
Blair did not return the smile。 She took a drink。 Aaron Miles probably said it was a total
witch; and he hoped that she had warts on the nose and a broom in the ass。
Not exactly。 Aaron did not like to talk about his new half…sister because I wanted to save
it for yourself。 But do not pull the network yet … we will get there later。
Aaron pushed the skytech behind the ears。
… And this is Serena … he said to Miles。 Miles has only a quick peek at the perfectly
chiselled face; the deep blue eyes; long and thin in the body and the great black Gucci
dress for Serena。 His eyes fell on it for a moment … it was hard not to fall…; before
turning to Aaron。
… How weird。 You have not told me that Blair was so beautiful。
Aaron has to shoulder and seemed unfortable。
… Sorry。
Blair and Serena kindled new cigarettes; still hoping that something crazy happened。
Considering the observation that Blair had just done on the destination; was to make them
happen。
Aaron pigarreou。
… Are you sure you do not want to dance? … Asked him to Blair again。
Blair realized that he was wearing tie…butterfly
and that the tuxedo