Written on Lux Lesley's blog: wickedprettyandwitty.tumblr.com
Time: 11:31 PM, 10/22/13
When: right after she had gotten home from the Addison
That's right, bitches. I stalked their date.
Lots of questions with brag-worthy answers, so buck up.
They went to the Addison. How did I find out? I nicked Clarice's phone during the day and read the text.
How did I get a last-minute reservation at one of Boston's most exclusive restaurants, usually reserved for old money from New England? I have connections. The Lesley's are more powerful than you all realize.
Where did I get clothes appropriate for the Addison while still keeping tabs on both of them? A little quick shopping at one of my favorite stores - the ever-exclusive "1, 3, 5". That's right, babes and gents, the one mentioned in Mean Girls. It's a real store.
How did I manage to get a table near Michael and Clarice? Now that was just pure luck. Maybe the universe isn't as selfish as I thought.
Now about the date. My clever Clarice noticed me early in the date. I tried my best to knock her off her game by never taking my eyes off of her, but my babe was steady as a rock until about halfway through the date.
She leaned forward while she thought Michael was distracted. "I can see you."
Michael reliped that she hoped he was visible. She was stunned that he had heard her, as he was talking to someone he knew from school, but she recovered swiftly, babbling some shit about the ambitions and the Great Gatsby (coincidentally one of my favorite books). That's my darling. Clever and witty and swift and ambitious.
Mmkay. I hear your bitchy whines of sentiment-hating frigidity. I'll quit.
But she kept looking at me the whole time, and if I'm more delusional than I think, I saw longing in her eyes. She wants me. I know she does. And even if she doesn't, I'll make her.
I need to.
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