During the late sixties, Gisèle had high hopes of finding the spotlight in Louisiana. Working as a exotic dancer in the most upscale cabaret in French Headquarters. She encounters the finest gentlemen which happens to be a multimillionaire who finds...
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The doors were led open by Stefano, his valet. His whiskey colored eyes landed onto hers as they wandered all around on what resembled a castle in her eyes. She glanced down towards her feet that stood over the white and black checkered floors, showing her reflection from how sparkly clean they were.
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Looking up, she gazed heavily at the renaissance art drawn on the ceiling above with two glistening, glass chandeliers at the center. The sculptures across the room complimenting the gold mirrors along the walls.
She stepped towards the Michelangelo sculptures that stood right beside the staircase, enamored by the details of it. Giovanni stood, observing her every move like an eagle. Once a smile reached her face, he knew she was fascinated by the displays. However, this was customary for him along with every other room. Gisèle faced him, "Your home is a dream. The art is from Italy, I assume?"
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