Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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When trunk of the Spectre popped open, Angelo reached into the cavity at the front of the vehicle quickly, retrieving the LV Keepall Bandoulière that was contained within it.
"This is fire. It's from Virgil's last collection, right?" The taurillion leather bag held a fluorescent pink pigmentation at the top, before fading to a cool, lucid indigo towards the bottom.
"Yeah."
For someone who was so adamant on not playing games, he was certainly toying with me.
"You think you could get me the Green and Blue colourway? I've been looking for it a while now. Since you're the vintage plug and everything."
Wow. Was now really the time to discuss this?
I couldn't help my give into the impetus of a wry smile.
This man was testing me.
When I looked over to him, I saw a hint of humour in his disposition. With his hand on the door of the trunk, he stood facing me, waiting for my reaction. It was clear he wasn't intending on moving from this spot until I answered his question. Something told me he wouldn't take kindly to being cussed out, or being answered facetiously, so I decided to play nice.
"I have one at Le Noveau Classique. I'll have the girls send it to our home, so you can pick it up when we're next there."
Maybe it was the fact that he was going to get a limited edition Virgil Abloh design for free. Or maybe it was because I referred to the house in Paris as 'ours'. Either way, he seemed satisfied with my answer and asked me to step back, to allow him to throw his coat and suit jacket in before slamming the trank shut.
"Ladies, first. You know the way. And you still got the key, right?" His hand gestured towards the front of our stately home. It had been a while since I was last here, but finding my way to the bedroom wouldn't be too difficult.
Wordlessly, I raised my hand, to show him the set of keys in my hand, with the one for the front door firmly between my fingers. Once he looked from my hand to my eyes, I started walking around him, holding his gaze until he fell out of my periphery.
Then I led the way.
I could feel the skirt of my dress riding up ever so slightly. Instead of reaching down and adjusting, I let the hemline rest at the bottom of my derrière, opting to give my companion a little show.
Hips swung with sensuality, and feet crossed slightly at the ankle. One step after another. Eventually, I heard footsteps following, assuring me that he had taken the bait.
