I quickly drove in my Rolls Royce (it looks a bit like a jeep shaped thing and it's black) and drove towards the fancy, lit up building of 'Diana'. I had my long red off shoulder dress with no straps with a slit for my right leg and my dark red heels, I had no magenta ones. As I got closer and closer, tons and tons of people came rushing towards my car, with microphones and cameras pressed against my window. Security made the 'T-pose' with their hands as I came out, and fan's hands poked through. Meanwhile, Reporters ran up to me and shoved their microphones in my face. Finally, I ran inside and closed the door, out of breath. Then THE Diana called me! Before we had our money, Diana was my idol. Now, I was holding her hands and walking up a staircase with her hand in MINE!
6 hours later
I was home in my pajamas, watching me and Diana on the telly. Michael was wiping his feet, with a puffed leather jacket on his head, and orange suitcases and baggage surrounding him like a cage. "Want some Doritos? We have a show now." "Yea, I heard. In California, everyone was running up to me and asking where my other half was." My eyes became wide. "That's what they said to me!" I shouted, as I jumped up from my seat. "Why would they say 'other half' though? That means love!?" "Calm down Mic, there's no camera's in the house. I think."
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Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere
HumorMichael literally needs to impress me. Once I told him that tuxedos make me weak, he's been sending me pics of just that. By the way, did you know I'm a millionaire? Well, billionaire. But I just found out a big secret about my family, that may incl...
