I. Am. Fat. Michael was visiting his parents, August and Jane, to have a family dinner in California with his cousins (his favorite are the 23 year old twins: Felicia and Barbra because they treat him NOT like a baby). And I'm here, ripping my favorite dress apart because my tummy is too big. Oh well, the hole isn't too big, I think. Drayka Mallow, who owns the nearest RSPCA, might take it, she's an expert at sewing things up. Poor old chap, she's 85 and still runs a business.
I changed into my navy and grey hoodie, grabbed my matching grey (with pink 'Minnie Mouse' lettering) and my white and black trainers with light grey socks and jumped into my lamborgini. Today I didn't mind the press, I could just stuff the dress into my black backpack and then give it to her in secret when the paparazzi was gone. And I do like to shop cheap. Gucci, Channel, Louis Vuitton, it just wasn't my thing. But when I'm on the red carpet, I go for the 'rich bitch shit' that nobody else can do except for the richest of the rich. Just as I got out from my car, a lively 40 year old woman came up to me with a microphone. "Where's your 'other half'? We have decided we will make a TV show of you two, as the 'Twin Millionaires: A Life In The Day'!" "Michael and I aren't lovers, so please don't refer to him as my other half, but he has gone to California to meet his parents. He'll be back in a week or so." At least I thought we weren't lovers. Then a man with a camera and a microphone attached to the top of it came pushing forward. "How did you become super famous? How did you get the money?" I took a deep breath and sighed. I should have just taken the Land Rover.
4 and a half hours later, most of them had disappeared as the sun was setting. I got a text from 'Diana', a big business that interviewed people. They had asked me to come in a red dress with magenta heels, and we would discuss the opening of 'Twin Millionaires: Life In A Day'. Great. I quickly began my business with Drayka, and she assured it would be ready by tomorrow, then I sped off home. God bless her, she's a goddess! But I need new clothes!
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