Madison, Madison.. wherefore art thou Madison?

Madison sputtered and looked at her rival with slitted eyes.
“THAT magazine is nothing but cheap end tack. They don’t even propperly cover the different fashion houses; D&G, Prada, or Gucci. They focus on more.. cheap stuff. Imitation” She practically sneered, watching Melissa retreat into her shell once more, her eyebrow raised, distinctly not impressed. “And what do you suggest we do in the meantime? Play happy familys? Pretend like everything is perfect? Well it’s not! I’m stuck ~here~ rather then be in the Ritz.”

She swung around and looked at Byron

“And I bet anything that he had a hand in this.. trapping me here. Melissa; how long ago did the weather forcast over here call for snow?” She asked, her voice sachrine sweet. “Was it predicting a blizzard say, yesterday? The day before? the day before? Hmm?”

Her eyes met Byrons as she waited patiently for the answer, or for him to confess his sins.

Her hand went to her hip, and she even went as far as to tap a toe on the ground, impatiently waiting for an answer.

“Well Melissa?”


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