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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Dec 21, 2006 16:49:31 GMT -5
Scarlett knew she had been kicked out. She knew it wasn't for the benefit of the company, as she was a top model and got more jobs that almost anybody else. Who didn't want the petite, waifish form? She knew it was because Cede was pissed off. She didn't care all that much--to say drama didn't interest her was a lie, but she wasn't investing in Martin and Tritoni at all. Designers were still calling her--and she could bounce back easily.
Maybe a walk in the park would help her clear her head and get some ideas. She had woken up, brushed her teeth, and ignored the constant ringing of the phone. People wanted to know why she had been dropped from the agency? Let 'em speculate. She didn't care right now, though maybe she would later.
She threw on a deep teal Karen Zambos scoop-neck cotton top, cinching it at the waist with a black leather Prada belt. Underneath this were black So Low leggings, showing from where the top ended--at the middle of her thigh. Black satin Gucci ballet flats adorned her feet, and a black wool Christian Dior coat kept her warm. A black leather, turquoise-studded Balenciaga was in hand as she made her way down the path.
Towards where? No clue. [/size]
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