Blair walked down the stairs in her complete ensemble, running a brush through her hair. Now all she had to do was find the hair gel. Her mother had used it last. Unfortunately, she was in Switzerland meeting with potential buyers for the month, and wasn't around to yell at. She looked herself over in the hallway mirror, smiling. The dhahabu sequined halter top, yes GOLD, and black skirt, upindo went perfectly with the shoes she had picked out.
Maybe it was a bit slutty for her taste, but it was worth it. Besides, she'd bought the outfit in Paris two Summer's zamani and never even wore it out once. Apparently,...
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