Post by JOLENE MILLER on Jun 30, 2012 15:53:12 GMT -5
Jolene fully intended to make the most of her time in the city. She had had enough of the crappy offerings that Midwest America had to offer. Now that she was here in the city there were so many more things that she could take advantage of that were simply not available back home. Here there were the flashing lights and the interesting people and the fast cars and raging parties. Quite simply, this was the city for Jolene.
Today just further proved her point.
Today's outing had to do with Jolene going to an INCREDIBLY exclusive fashion show. It was only the best of the best that were invited, and let's face it, Jolene was the best of the best. Dressed to kill, Jo had been waiting for this day. She only hoped that there would be some paparazzos there. That would be to die for. Someone to get pictures of her as she went in to this exclusive event, wearing her black cocktail dress and accessorizing perfectly with gold and a killer red. Honestly, it would be SUCH a waste if no one captured this outfit forever and immortalized it in some magazine spread.
Needless to say, she'd been a bit disappointed not to be photographed as she was sent in with the rest of the attendees. Oh well. It was honestly THEIR loss for not having the foresight to snap the wonderful ensemble.
Taking her seat right down in front, Jolene prepared herself for the day's event. She had heard only good things about this designer. Supposedly she was about to be treated to so truly GORGEOUS clothing, and Jolene could want nothing more in the world than gorgeous clothing. She only hoped that she'd be able to get a word in with the designer. Wouldn't that just be something? Then she might be able to make some connections in the fashion world and she'd have her in over the top of her bitch cousin's head.
Honestly, Jo had NO respect for fucking models. They were pointless stick figures who only had to waltz up and down an aisle wearing some clothing. Literally everyone did that every day on their way to work. No, models were overhyped little harlots who were far too full of themselves in Jolene's opinion, especially fucking Jenna. What Jolene did, playing a SPORT, was FAR more impressive because it required coordination and skill, not simply the ability to walk without losing one's balance.
As the show began and a gorgeous young woman took the seat next to her, Jolene prepared to be stunned, or at least she'd better be.
outfit;;here
