'Staring in your eyes
I felt my desire
You can't take control
Of the love we fight.'
I was cordially invited to the opening of the Dolce & Gabbana Menswear show.
I couldn't bare to go on my lonesome, so I called up RJ and he agreed to join me.
We spoke amongst several celebrities and socialites.
RJ knew practically everyone in the fashion business.
I spoke only when someone directed their conversation at me.
Which was a peculiar thing, because I could be quite the chatter box.
I missed Marina.
I wish she was here with me to liven up my bothersome days.
RJ was a superstar.
A real nice guy, but I missed my best friend.
Finally, the show had began and we sat down directly in front of the catwalk.
I played with the lapels of my jacket nervously and awaited the execution of the male models.
Mind you, I've been practically hiding away from the male race for quite some time, so it was absolutely normal for me to drool over these gorgeous men.
They seem to get more and more handsome, one after the other.
A new model had just hit the runway.
My, Oh, My.
This man was deadly gorgeous.
I felt my eyes flutter over his broad shoulders and rugged hair.
I let out a sharp in take of breath and continued to analyze him.
Damn You.
No one is allowed to look that good!
He pointed his gaze towards mine for the first time and I felt like it was just us two enclosed in this stuffy room.
His gaze harden and grew more intense.
I connected my gaze to his, desperately hoping to catch his attention.
He reached the end of the runway, and after one long glance and devious smile he strode backwards.
I've been fine without men dominating my life, now look at the state of me.
I was drooling over him.
Oh, God.
This just won't do.
END OF CHAPTER 3
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Hayran Kurgu"And my life is sweet like vanilla is." Lana Del Rey lives a candy life. While sharing a fabulous friendship with Marina Diamandis and floating from London to New York, things are shining for her...
