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I don't really know what this set is...hahhaa I was experimenting and this is what happened!
Info when I get back because I have really really bad Internet connection on my phone here and it takes like 10 minutes to load a page!
xx

okay so you might've noticed my recent sets were really suck-y and i'm sorry!
i'm in a rush to make sets because my mom just said we're taking a surprise trip to my aunt's beach house.
we're leaving in half an hour and we won't be back until tuesday night..
the sad part? i wont have my laptop.
i just made the BAM and MM sets for today, and I have a BAM draft for tomorrow, and i can publish it on my phone. the BAM story is up, but I will write my MM story in the car today.
 
I'm so so so sorry, I'll catch up as soon as I get back!!!
If I'm lucky I might be able to fit in one more set before we leave, but I doubt it... :'(
 
Thanks for understanding, and I'm so so so sorry once again <3

Saturday: It’s our first day at the Magrelli Mansion, and we will wake up to a quick breakfast and then our sponsors for the mansion are legendary super models Kate Moss, Claudia Schiffer, and Naomi Campbell will visit us and we will each go to the theatre and watch their famous works of being a model and we will all go one by one explaining any worries and insecurities and really get to know each other not as models, but as normal people with stresses and needs of friends.
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SORRY - no story. catching up on sets!
thanks!
xx barbara

❀Saturday: Free day.
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sorry this set is so bad, i'm in a rush to make sets...i'll explain in a little bit.
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My alarm beeped, and I reluctantly opened my eyes, feeling like I had just laid down to sleep.
We had gotten back to the dorms around 3 am, and I was EXHAUSTED.
 
But it wouldn't stop me. I have an enormous french project due on monday, and with all of this camping and parties I haven't even had time to look at the assignment. I leaned over and shut the alarm clock off, to see Valerie looking at me.
 
"I think you're confused..it's 8 am. We don't have school today." She tried to tell me, putting the blanket over her head.
 
"Noo, for me it is school today. I have to do an entire french project today that counts for 10% of my grade."
 
"Oh....well I'm going back to sl--" Then she was asleep again.
 
I jumped out of bed and threw on my only french-ish shirt, shorts, and converse. I grabbed the key to our dorm and a $5 bill, and ran out. If I was going to be doing this all day, on 4 hours of sleep, I need a motivator.
 
I walked to the closest starbucks (luckily it wasn't far from campus), ordered, and waited for my drinks.
 
It was a saturday morning, so the place was packed. I looked a seat and sighed, because time was crucial.
 
"Mind if I borrow this seat?" I asked a guy with his face in his newspaper.
 
"Sure, Caterina." I was so startled, I almost fell while trying to take my seat.
 
He put down the newspaper. "Did I scare you?" Francisco.
 
I let out a little laugh, and nodded. "You look so creepy, sitting here with your newspaper. Are you like 80 years old or something?" I said, playfully.
 
"Don't call other people creepy when you're wearing that shirt." I looked down and saw the scary clown's face. He had a point.
 
I finally got my drinks, and walked back to Francisco. "I've got to go, I'll see you on that yacht ride tomorrow."
 
I was almost walking away when he replied, "Leaving so soon? Don't you want to stay and keep the 80 year old man company?"
 
"I have a huge french project, that I haven't even looked at."
 
"A few minutes won't hurt."
 
"It's due monday." I said seriously, and he got up and put his stuff away.
 
"Follow me, I'll get you back to school faster."
 
I didn't say anything, we just walked to the parking lot, where he presented me with his motorcycle.
"So you are that badboy that everyone's been telling me about.." I said, and he laughed.
 
"Get on, would you?" He sat and I went behind him. We were at the school in 30 seconds, tops.
 
"I would ask you where you keep this thing but I don't have the time." I said, turning to leave. "Oh, and, merci beaucoup!"
 
"Aurevoir," He said, waving as I ran back to the dorm room.
 
When I entered, Valerie was awake.
 
"Bonjour," I said.
 
"Good morning," She replied, and pulled out her laptop, as I took out my french books.
 
"Where'd you go?"
 
"Je suis alle au starbucks." I figured she would probably be awake. I handed her a caramel frapp.
 
"Ah, thanks!"
 
"D'accord."
 
"Da what? Do you have to speak in french all day?"
 
"Oui."
 
"And do you have to wear that weird shirt? It's creeping me out."
 
"Oui."
 
"Alright...." She said reluctantly, and drank her coffee.
 
I spent the next 8 hours drinking coffee and thinking like I was a french person.
 
Finally, I finished, and went to sleep.
 
Aurevoir,
caterina

Friday: The models have arrived, and not in Paris or London, but Rome. Even though you are all stunning and have good taste, you need to make your mark in the city. Tonight, world-renowned designer Jean Paul Gaultier is releasing his pre-fall collection in his downtown warehouse to local, small designers and store buyers. Each of us will be modeling his luxurious, sexy neutral coloured fall wear and afterwards, we’ll be heading off for dinner at the lovely Ristorante Aroma and then checking into the mansion to crash. Welcome to Rome, ladies.
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I walked down the long hallway, dragging my suitcases behind me.
 
Finally I found my room. When I entered, my roommate was already settled in. I couldn't believe my eyes - I'm going to be sharing with a legend! Anja Rubik! AHHH! Hopefully she can give me some pointers or help with my walk!
 
"Heyyy!" She said as I walked in, and I gave her a hug.
 
"Hello!" I replied, plopping down on the other bed, which was obviously going to be mine.
 
"I know you just came and all, but I really think we should get going...we have a modeling job tonight!"
 
"OOH, really, already!? I'm so excited, oh my gosh!"
 
She laughed. Hopefully she wouldn't be too annoyed by how excited I always get..
 
I carefully chose my outfit and we left together.
Once we were there, we were all given our outfits. Mine was simply stunning....it was just so so pretty! Ahh, it was an amazing dress in an ammmaazing neutral color.
 
I sat down and waited to get my hair & makeup done, and someone sat down in the chair next to mine. Ali Michael!
 
"Hey, I'm Ali. I think we've met before, right?"
 
This was the girl in all those Poppy ads! I remember I had been so jealous that she got to do that amazing shoot. "Yes, but it was a long time ago. You look gorgeous!"
 
"Aww, thanks - so do you!"
 
We chatted for a little and then the makeup artist came, so we couldn't talk much.
 
Finally it was done, and I must say...the hair and the makeup looked awesome. Everything, it was all just so perfect!
 
I went to find a little privacy to put on my dress (there's only so much you can get backstage) - I am still only 17, you know, and I don't really like undressing in front of all these cameras.
 
I found another model, Julia Saner, in the same situation as mine. She's young as well, so she must feel the same way I do. We both go and crouch behind a curtain, and start to get changed.
 
"Hello, I'm Julia." She says, in her thick accent.
 
"Hii! I'm Barbara." I reply, in my own thick accent.
 
"Oh, I see you have an accent as well."
 
"Mhmm," I have to say, because at that moment I'm sliding the dress over my head. Once it's on, I give a normal response. "We can learn together, you know, those strange American words." We both laugh, and then she goes to get her hair done.
 
Hanne and Natasha come over, and I'm super excited. They're both such huge models, and /I/ get to talk to them. I walk for them both and they give me a few pointers, which really help. I mean, they definitely know what they're talking about!
 
Finally it's time to line up, and I'm not nervous one bit. The key to modeling is confidence, and that's one thing I /know/ I have.
 
We walk and nothing bad happens, I mean, come on, did you really expect us to mess up?
 
When it's all over we change backstage, but I can't find my sandals. I'm holding the Jean Paul Gaultier sneakers that I walked in in my hands, and I tell one of the stylists that I can't find my shoes.
 
We make small talk while we look.
 
"Do you think someone took them?"
 
"I'm not sure..I don't know where they could be though!" She shakes her head and looks underneath the makeup chairs. My shoes are seriously nowhere to be found.
 
"You know what, why don't you just keep those shoes?" She motions towards the sneakers.
 
My heart beat speeds up. "Are you serious? Me?"
 
"Yes, I mean we had like six other models wearing those shoes. We've got enough. Plus, they looked awesome on you."
 
Compliments were something I couldn't turn down. "Okay, thanks so much!"
 
Magdalena must've been watching or listening, because I can hear her mutter "Don't get used to that."
 
Even though I want to tell her I deserve the shoes, I hold it back. I don't want to start anything on the first day of an awesome summer!
 
xx barbara

layout cred to the amazing miriam :)
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❀Friday: Can you say party? Because this is the night to: When the lights are out, we're going to sneak out to attend one of the wildest raves in Miami - Hannah Montague's birthday bash! You must have heard of her, the crazy socialite, and of course, she knows Dahlia and the Miami natives, so she kindly invited us to celebrate. Not that the night is very exclusive, since /everyone/ will be there... But everyone cool, that is. It's bound to be epic, so get ready.
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I slipped on Valerie's leopard print heels and stood up, finally giving in.
 
"You see? Your legs look AMAZING." Val gushed, and I smiled.
 
"Thanks," I say, and she puts on heels as well.
 
"So..?" She asks, twirling around.
 
"Stunning, per usual!" We both laugh, and then we have to take off the heels to make our stealthy exit. With our heels in hand, we tip toe down the hallway until we reach the stairwell, where we speed up a little bit, getting to the basement. We enter the gym, which is the only room in the whole school that contains a door that leads outside, but doesn't have an alarm. We finally exit and put our shoes back on.
 
Valerie looks at me, "Great work, Mr. Bond."
 
I give a deep man's voice. "Please...call me James." I wink and we both burst into laughter. Then we walk around the corner to find the limos, which will be bringing everyone to the big birthday bash.
 
We get in a limo that is already almost filled.
"Finally..." Rhonda says, negatively.
 
The limo driver winds down the window and Dahlia tells him the address, and he steps on the gas. It's around 11:30, and the party must've started at least an hour ago.
 
"Aren't we going to be like, really really late?" I try to break the silence in the car.
 
"Haven't you ever heard of being fashionable? Actually, I know you haven't. Look at your outfit." Dahlia says meanly. I sink into the cushioned leather seat and keep my mouth shut for the rest of the ride.
 
We finally get to the party, and Dahlia throws the driver $50. I'm so confused as to why the ride was so expensive, since we were only in the car for 10 minutes. I understand when the limo drives away- it has a big logo that states its hours. Apparently, they are supposed to stop driving people at 9 pm.
Oh well.
 
We're waiting in line as the bouncer checks our (fake, obviously) ID's, when Melissa comes over to me.
 
"Dude, don't worry, I think your outfit is rad. I would never be able to rock those heels."
 
I laughed a little. Me, rocking heels? I don't think so. I had already stumbled, and we had only been standing for a few minutes. "Thanks, but I'm 100% positive you could wear them better than I am. I mean, look at your outfit! Your style is amazing, seriously."
 
She smiles, and then Dahlia, who is in front of her, is next. Meli and Dahlia are so gorgeous, that the bouncer doesn't even ask to check their ID's. He just takes one look at them and let's them through. What should I expect, though, it's Dahlia and Melissa we're talking about here.
 
They go in, and then he looks at me. "ID, please?" I sigh loudly and pull mine out- soon enough I'm inside.
 
I will continue this when more people ask to be included! Oh and seriously guys, I Love BAM. So so much. For those of you who have remained active, you're amazing. For the rest of you, please please please make sets. I really really don't want this timelier to die!!!
Mir and Eve and Justine worked super hard on it, and I don't think they deserve this.
Please, get active!!

BARBARA PALVIN.
AGE: 17
BIRTHDAY: Novermber 5th
BORN: Budapest, Hungary
AGENCY: IMG
ADJECTIVES: Confident, determined, and over-zealous.
BIOGRAPHY: This Hungarian beauty has those alluring eyes and irresistible pout you can’t help but fall in love with. As a young child, she would work hard and aspired to become a model. At the mere age of thirteen, she was signed as a model, but could only model in Japan for a while due to her age. Even for a young rising star, Barbara had a successful career in Tokyo and when she was old enough, she was signed to an IMG modeling agency contract and began her career at the top by appearing in French magazine and finally debuting her first runway walk for Prada’s Fall/Winter collection in 2010. And soon enough, Barbara sky rocketed in the modeling world and began appearing on more and more magazines and gracing the runways for Nina Ricci, Louis Vuitton, Miu Miu, Vivienne Westwood Christopher Kane, and Chanel. But this rising star, doesn’t mess around. She’s a genuine hard work and believes in gaining and earning her way to top. Barbara puts of friends and fun activities to work on becoming a better model. She seems to have a confident, bitchyy attitude but once someone gets the nerve to get in her inner circle, they won’t regret it. Barbara has her whole carreer in front of her and maybe will losen up and make some friends.
TAKEN BY: le geek est chic
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hello everyone! i'm barbara, but in hungary everyone calls me barbi. i really don't mind what you call me, whatever you like.
 
i love sushi, modeling, traveling, singing, and playing soccer. i'm truly just a normal teenage girl - i'm in love with taylor lautner and (yes, lame, i know) justin bieber.
 
if you want, be my friend. if not, then that's your loss.
 
xx barbara

❀Wednesday: Today, after classes, we're going to a trip to visit Miami's most famous museums. It might not be your idea of fun, but we're going to be allowed to wander around by ourselves in the evening, so we'll meet for a casual dinner by the beach: the best Arabic food in Miami! Don't drink too much, since we'll have to be home at 10PM.
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I knew we would be walking around a lot to the different museums, so I chose a practical pair of supergas - like converse, but more comfortable.
 
We went to about four museums and then we were allowed to wander about a little on our own. The teachers went off to do their own thing, and we branched off into smaller groups. I was talking to Adrienne for a little, when Dahlia came over.
 
"Dinner at 6:30 pm. We're meeting at the Arabic restaurant on the beach. Either come or be losers. Your choice."
 
We both nodded, she left, and we then continued our conversation for a little. Afterwards we separated and I went to find someone to hang out with- it was only 5:30, and the battery on my camera had already died from all the art museums. I would've normally had a spare, but I didn't feel like carrying too much around with me.
 
Almost everyone was either already in a conversation, or had left to wander around. All of the guys were still standing towards the entrance to the beach, but I spotted one who was sitting alone. He looked upset.
 
I walked over to get a better look at who it was: Joshua Terrell. I've spoken to him maybe once or twice, he's in my european history class, but we aren't such close friends. However, judging by how sad he looked, I knew he needed someone to talk to.
 
He was seated a little away from the group, on an empty bench facing the beach. I took a seat next to him, leaving a foot of space between us so I didn't seem too pushy.
 
"Hi." I said, looking at him. He was resting his chin on his fist, just staring blankly at the waves.
 
"Hi."
 
"Is everything okay? I noticed that you seemed pretty upset, and I wanted to make sure you're fine."
 
"Do I even know you?" He must be pretty mad. Normally he's so happy and fun- everybody knows that.
 
I decided to ignore the rude comment. "No...well, yes. We have assigned seats next to each other in european history."
 
"Oh. So why are you here again?"
 
"Like I said, you seemed hurt. And if I were in your place, and someone noticed, I would want them to come and talk to me."
 
"Well you're not in my place. So I would appreciate it if you could just leave me alone now."
 
Without a word, I stood up and turned around, where Francisco was looking at me. He must've heard the conversation, because he mouthed 'is everything okay?'
 
I lied and smiled as I nodded my head, and walked away to greet Valerie.
 
"Hey!" She said, and I gave her a hug.
 
"Hiii," I replied, "Want to go take a walk? There are some cool stores down there." I motioned towards the end of the boardwalk, and she nodded.
 
We walked and shopped and talked until it was time to go back to the beach. We entered the restaurant around 6:40, and the waiter led us outside to a long table in the sand. Everyone was already there, except for a few who I guess had decided to be losers.
 
There weren't two seats together, so Valerie and I sat on two different ends of the table. I got the seat between Trisha and some guy who was talking to the person next to him. He turned his head to read the menu, and I could see who it was- Josh.
 
I tried to hide my head in the menu without looking too awkward, but of course it didn't work. He noticed me, and smiled, but I didn't smile back. What, was he going to be nice now?
 
We all ordered, and then Josh turned to me. "Hey, can we talk?"
 
If I was any normal person I would've declined, because he was so rude earlier. But being my weird self, I said, "Uh-huh." He pushed himself away from the table. Luckily a bunch of people were getting up to put their feet in the water or just take a walk, so it didn't seem too weird.
 
Once we were a good distance away from the rest, he began, "Sorry I was so mean earlier..you caught me at a bad moment."
 
"I noticed."
 
"Well, can I take you up on that offer to talk?"
 
"Sure." From the corner of my eye, I could see Cassandra looking our direction. Then I put the pieces together, and everything suddenly made sense...that's why he is so upset!
 
"You see, there's this girl...and we got pretty close, and...I don't really know what happened. Normally I'm just okay with being friends with girls, like there's nothing weird between us and it's nice. But there was something different about her, and I actually /liked/ her. More than a friend."
 
I didn't want him to think this whole bet thing was going around, so I pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about. "So, what's the problem? She didn't like you back?"
 
"No...well, I guess. She said she really likes me but how am I supposed to believe her? Melissa warned me...I should've listened! She lied, she said she didn't....but she just confessed that she made some bitchyy bet with her friend saying that she could get me to like her. I guess it worked, but I feel like sh*t...I'm so stupid! The first time I actually fall for a girl, and she's only talking to me because of a bet?" We were sitting on the sand now, and he was rubbing his temples with his fingers.
 
"Noo, you're not stupid! Come on, she said she likes you, right? I understand that you're going to have a hard time trusting her, but listen- you've got to give her some credit. I know what she did was wrong, but the fact that she told you herself, instead of going on with the bet, proves that she really does like you, and care about you."
 
"So what am I supposed to do?"
 
I've never really given this much advice before...I hope I'm saying the right things. "Well, I think I know who you're talking about."
 
"You do?"
 
I nodded my head. "Yes. And if I know one thing about this girl, it's that she loves boys, and boys love her. She's a notorious heartbreaker- she wouldn't just do something - like admit her feelings...or even have feelings - for just anyone. She really, really cares about you - and I think you should give her a second chance. Think about it."
 
"Alright." Everyone started walking back to the table, so the food must be here. He stood up and held out his hand, helping me up. He abruptly gave me a hug, which I wasn't expecting. "Thanks for everything."
 
"No problem - hey, new yorkers have got to stick together!"
 
We both laughed and walked back to the table, eating the delicious food and talking about new york.
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JUST SO YOU KNOW - josh and cat are just friends, and they're never going to be anything more than that - cat and francisco have a future together. BUT it's far far away from now. :)
 
xx cat

❀Monday: As a bonding activity, which will (unfortunately) involve teachers, we're going to be camping out on the beach. Since the camping organised by the school, tents will be pretty comfortable, but it's still going to be spartan, so you might want to wear your comfy clothes. We're going to sleep divided for grades (and boys and girls not together, sorry), but the point of this is to bond, so a lot of games will be held, as well as a night storytelling around the bonfire - when hopefully, teachers are already asleep...
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"Okay everyone, choose your partners!" Ms. Kawly, my astronomy teacher, yelled enthusiastically. It was about 8:30, and we had all changed into our more comfortable clothing.
 
We were divided on sides for our genders, and so each pair was boy-boy and girl-girl. It was almost automatic that everyone paired up with their roommate. Valerie was standing right next to me, so we exchanged glances that meant we'd be partners. Then we did that cheesy trust exercise when you have to shut your eyes and hold your arms out and fall back, hopefully into the arms of your partner.
 
We did a few rounds of this.
It was easy; Valerie is super skinny and petite.
This wasn't really making us bond with other people, since we all paired up with our closest friends.
 
"Alright, now if you're a girl, you must pair up with a boy. If you're a boy, you must pair up with a girl." Another teacher, who I didn't know, told us.
 
The only guy I really knew was Francisco, and so I searched the room for his familiar face. When I did, I walked over to him, where I found him talking to another girl. I was disappointed, but most definitely not because she was gorgeous, and not because I liked him- we were really close friends! It would just be that much harder to find another guy to partner up with.
 
As if I was thinking out loud, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a guy with greyish eyes and dark brown hair.
"Hello, you seem to be without a partner as well."
 
"Yes actually, I was just looking for someone."
 
"Well, you found me! I'm Pedro, by the way."
 
I laughed a little. "I'm Caterina, but you can call me Cat."
 
"Okay, Cat. I like your shirt, by the way."
 
I looked down to remember what shirt I was wearing- these were my pajamas, after all. "Oh, thanks! Are you a fan of Andy Warhol?"
 
"Yeah..his work is great. They're really inspiring."
 
"Are you an artist?" I hope I wasn't being too nosy.
 
He raised his eye brows, thinking. "I guess you could say so. I started with street dancing and graffiti, but I've grown to love painting. It's people like Andy who helped me to see the beauty of it all."
 
"That's really cool," I said, and he smiled, "I love to paint, but my real passion is for photography."
 
"I could kinda tell, by the way you're always carrying a camera and everything." I guess I am pretty obvious about it...oh, well. I just laughed. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but a teacher interrupted. I almost forgot that we were supposed to be doing some kind of bonding game together.
 
"Everyone get in a circle with your partner." So we did, and there was one nerdy boy left over, who was standing in the middle with the teacher. "In this game, Jimmy here is the caller. He will yell instructions to you partners to line up either “back to back”, “foot to foot”, “elbow to elbow”, “shoulder to shoulder” and so on, which you must do. When the caller yells “people to people”, everyone must find a new partner. The one left over is then in the middle." I have no idea how that is even considered close to bonding, but apparently it's a "Team Building" game.
 
Pedro and I did this for a while, laughing the whole time because it was so ridiculous. Eventually "people to people" was called, so Pedro did the little 'aye-aye captain' motion with his hand to his forehead, I laughed, and then he was off to find someone new. I ended up with Trisha, then Krissy, and then Francisco.
 
"Hey," He said, aligning his back with mine as Nakita, who was in the middle, called.
 
"Hi," I replied. "What's up?"
 
"Nothing much. This is pretty lame."
 
"Tell me something I don't know." I placed my elbows on his. This was a really stupid game.
 
Then Ms. Laurel, my photography teacher, was the answer to my prayers. "That's enough for this game, I think." She looked around at the other teachers and most of them nodded.
 
It was 9 PM now, so we were set free to roam the beach until we had to be back at the tents at 10:30. Most of us grouped together and went for a walk, but after a while I got tired of hearing all the gossip so I went to my tent, grabbed one of my cameras, and took a walk. After taking some photos I walked back to the group, where we took some together. Then I heard one of the teachers whistling, meaning that it was time for us to come back, so we did, reluctantly. But before going back we (boys and girls) made a plan to sneak out for a bonfire after the teachers go to sleep, at about midnight.
 
I headed to my tent with Cyn, Cassandra, and Valerie, who I was sharing it with. We talked and ate and talked some more, and then we heard "shhh" and whispers and the sound of a little bit of sand hitting our tent. I checked my watch: 12 AM. Right on time.
 
We carefully unzipped the tent and then after getting out, we zipped it back up again, and tip toed far away from the tents. Once we were so far from the tents we couldn't see them anymore, we reached the bonfire, where almost all of the cool kids were sitting and talking and making smores.
 
I looked for an open seat in the circle, and found one in between Francisco and Nakita.
I said hi to both of them, and then Francisco turned to me.
 
"You know what, if we're going to be friends, I'm going to need a nickname for you." I told him, and he looked puzzled.
 
"I'm not picky like you, Caterina. I don't mind long names."
 
"Sure you do, Frankenstein."
 
"What'd you just say?"
 
"You said you liked long names!"
 
He laughed and shook his head, and then threw a marshmallow at me. "Hey! Don't waste perfectly good food!"
 
"It's not a waste, they're going towards a good cause."
 
"You are so annoying."
 
"I am? You're the one who just dubbed me frankenstein!"
 
"Touché."
 
I made a few smores and some people went swimming, but I just didn't feel like it. The rest of us stayed by the fire and told stories. It was a good night, and I guess you could say we did bond- just not when the teachers were supervising.
 
xx cat

❀Sunday: Emilio Pucci is one of the hottest labels around, known for the prints and the summer-y fashion that's perfect for the chic socialites of Miami. Today, a new store is opening and we're invited to attend the launch. Why? Well, why wouldn't we be.
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"Oh my gosh, I loooove Pucci!" Adrienne exclaimed.
 
"I know, all of these prints...they're just so...perfect!" Nakita agreed, examining all the silky clothes on the hangers.
 
"Aren't those shoes just adorable?" Cynthia asked, taking a small sip from her champagne flute.
 
A young looking guy carrying a round tray of crab cakes made his way over to us, looking eager. Cassandra instantly began flirting with him, and he seemed interested.
 
Valerie called me over. "How would this dress look on me?" She asked, holding up a silk dress with a crazy print on it.
 
"Gorgeous," I told her, and she smiled.
 
"Maybe I'll get it. I feel like we should all buy something, since we were invited..."
 
"Yeah, I guess that would make sense. Not to mention it would be polite." Around me everyone gushed about how stunning the clothes were but to be honest, I wasn't really a Pucci fanatic. There was just something about the loud prints that I didn't favor. I loved his more simpler pieces, like the bag and pair of shoes I was wearing today. I wouldn't dare voice my opinion, though- I would probably be accused of committing treason or blasphemy or something.
 
I ended up buying a wallet, which was actually pretty cute.
 
xx cat
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sorry the story is so short- i couldn't think of what else i could say!