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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 13, 2007 22:22:24 GMT -5
Another day waking up in Mexio to the sound of the girl's stylist. It was actually most days that he woke her up. For some reasons alarm clocks couldn't seem to do the trick. It was an odd thing, but it was pretty cool. It seemed to be that she was so used to him.
Today she had crawled out of bed alot quicker then the day before. She had only watched 'The Notebook' before she went to bed. That movie seemed to make her cry everytime. For many reasons. She cryed of hapiness, of excitement, and of sadness. That movie seemed to work all the emotions, and she adored it.
The girl stumbled over to her suitcase, which was still unpacked. She didn't want to go through all the trouble of unpacking one day, then packing it all up the next day. It was so difficult to fit all the clothing into that suitcase anyways. She had to sit on top of it, and Marco had to try with all his might to keep it down, and zip it up completely. Oh, the agony.
Isabella, who was clad in bright pink boyshort underwear, and a baggy male shirt, wandered over to the suitcase and kneeled down beside it. It was always a difficult task to decide what to wear. First of all, there was picking one outfit out of the oh so many. Second of all, everything had to match and look brilliant.
After deciding on a Victoria's secret dress, similar to the one as of yesterday she wandered into the medium sized bathroom to do her make-up. It was nearly the same as any other day that she did her own makeup. Yes, Marco had left as soon as he made sure she woke up. That man was on a shopping rampage. She started with some foundation, only a little amount as not a lot was needed. She applied a coat of very black mascara to her already lengthly eyelashes. For he rplump lips, she spread a clear coat of lipgloss across them. Luckily, today she was having a good hair day, and decided to have a shower the night before. The girl straightened her hair, so it was now even more lengthly then before.
Glancing at herself once more in the mirror, she grinned and exited the bathroom. Sighing somewhat loudly, the Brazilian native grabbed her large leathered purse, and what else could accesorize it? Only one of the cutest puppies out there. Her little baby, Amour. The little Yorkie fit perfectly into the bag, and actually enjoyed it in there.
Before she left her hotel room, she made sure to spray herself lightly with a scent of Britney Spears Fantasy. She may be bald, but man does that stuff smell delic. To her suprise, the two hotels were close. Good, because her shoes were not the best for walking a while.
Soon enough, the girl neared the hotel, and strutted into it. Not caring whether the worker at the front cared aswell, she walked past the teenaged girl only with a smirk. She didn't mention anything, so she assumed it was alright. Yay her.
She took the elevator, with some creepy man. Of course she made sure she was in the far corner, and he didn't think about starting a conversation. Quickly, she pulled out a slip of paper with the girls room number on it. Ah, right near the elevator. How convenient. The girl tapped her tanned knuckled on the dark door to the beat where the other is supposed to continue it. How clever.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 13, 2007 22:51:39 GMT -5
She stood on the coffee table in the living room, pumping her fists madly and dancing about like she'd lost her mind completely. All to the tune of the blaring McFly's "Star Girl". "Hey/I'm lookin up at my star girl/I guess I'm stuck in this mad world..." she sung along, using her paddle brush as a microphone. Ohmann, there's talent right there.
Daylin had already showered &&straightened that oh-so gawjuss platinum blonde hair of hers. She was rocking it down today, which works due to her marvelous extensions that brought the tips of her fried hair to a few inches past her bust.
She'd also applied her day makeup: foundation, powder, bronzer, blush, black kohl eyeliner, black mascara, and nude gloss over her lined lips. Hey, she had to try to impress Bella and all the high-profile fashion people at the shoot today.
Walking (more like dancing) into her room, she shed her lime green lingerie in exchange for a black Balenciaga shirt dress that ran for about 2k and ended just a couple inches past her cute little butt. She then proceeded to slip on a pair of black Manolo Blahnik open-toed pumps. This enhanced her height a good 2-3 inches.
"Caliii!!" she called, watching her tiny teacup Yorkie come running into her bedroom yipping. "Come 'ere, baybee." Picking her up, she set the tiny pup into her black Bali Couture puppy-carrying-friendly purse. Ohhowcuute.
Pulling the purse on over her arm, she did one last spin in the mirror before trotting over to the stereo to turn off the music. It was just about then that she heard a knock at the door. Must be Isabella!!
Hurrying over, she twisted the handle and pulled it open. "Heyy, dahlingg!!" she greeted her, doing the double-air kiss European style. Ohmann, whatta trendy girll. "You're looking ah-bsolutely fab-u-lous today. Where's Marcuss??" she asked, seeing that the short little gay man wasn't beside Bella.
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 14, 2007 12:57:47 GMT -5
As Isabella was waiting for the girl that she had met yesterday, she pulled out her blackberry that she used for planning her days on. Normally she wouldn't hang out with somebody she had only met the day before, especially if she seemed to know who she was. Daylin was different though, and she seemed to know her way around Cabo, plus she needed to check out the hotel.
As she had tapped the last event into the little electronic, Daylin had answered the door. She recieved the European styled kiss, and did the same to her. What a sylish duo they were. With a large smile, her blue eyes scanned the girl. "Ah, DC. Your simply ravishing." The girl said as her lips curled into a smile.
After her blue eyes left the other's, they made their way down to the bag which held her puppy. The two dogs looked nearly identical. "Ohmygosh. What's her name?! She ahhdorable." She said admiring the little pup. At that moment, Bella pulled her own little dog out of her purse. "They could be best friends. This is Amour." She said, which translated to Love. Her male dog sniffed the other's. How cute.
As Bella was sitll holding the Blackberry in her hand, she began to walk over to the elevator. "Now. First we'll drive over to the studio, then we can go somewhere nice for lunch. You pick. My treat." The girl smiled as she tapped a couple more things into it. She was used to having every moment of every day planned out, it just made things easier.
Isabella pressed the button for the lobby and stood in the corner. She tryed not to touch anything else. So many people have touched this thing, kind of dirty. She was planning on walking to the studio, but Marco's good friend is a driver, and he happened to be here today. Her own driver is back in New York, where she was prior to this vacation.
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