Astrid Styles is a Actress who has been very successful in her career but her ex Boyfriend and all the friends she left in London by moving to New York without an explanation still bothers her ,but until now she can't keep her daughter Artemis A se...
After I went to Toms house to check if he knows.I leave very quickly saying I have to do some shopping but the truth is that I just went over to check and didn't have any plans but since I've said I'm going shopping might as well do so and Artemis will be there so I can get her a few things . I called Gigi and Bella and they said they'd love to but Bella had a date so only gigi came.
I was waiting for Gigi at the parking lot with Artemis when I hear her coming closer.
"Sup biatch!"Gig says. "Hi"I reply. "Hello there Missy!"She says to Artemis. "Hii"Artemis replies. "Let's get started shall we?"I say. "Lets gooooo"Gigi says taking me hand and running into the mall.
"So what's first?"Gigi asks. "Idk.Let's just walk around and if we see something just get it"I reply. "Hehhee"I hear Artemis giggling. "What's funny?Arstsy?"I ask her. "Nothing just that Dad and Harrison are here too"She says. "Wait what!"I say looking around.
Then I spot two guys awfully alike Haz and Tom.As I look towards them I see them speed walk towards the other direction. And at that moment I KNOW It's them. What are they doing here? And why run away?
Gigi looks at me weird.
"Let's get shopping shall we"I suggest. "Yep u need it"Gigi says.
We start walking around and come across a few stores and get some things u get some for Artemis too.And the other stuff is gifts for when u go back to New York.
(What u bought)
For yourself:
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