Chapter 54: Isabella’s Visit
The Madonna of Archester, Isabella De Clare, or as many know her in the fashion industry, Sedric Lee Alba, the charismatic yet perverted fashion designer.
The real Isabella isn’t by any way a simple lady, she is smart, multi-talented, and a rebel. If I am the black sheep of high society, Isabella is the rainbow sheep. You wouldn’t know what to expect from her and there is no desire or indulgence she wouldn’t satisfy herself with. She dominates the scene, leaving others as mere supporting characters in her self-centered epic tale. Her charisma and ability to captivate others, igniting them with her zest for living, are simply remarkable.
On top of that, the way she turned her formal suit from masculine to feminine just now by undoing some buttons, unfurling her dyed hair, and getting rid of the disguise all have raised the temperature of the room by a degree or two and was simply jaw-dropping. I had to send Logan and the others out except for Esmeralda in order to keep this scene family-friendly.
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In my honest opinion, she is someone born in the wrong era with no cameras to follow, magazines to feature, or billboards to display. This supermodel friend of mine was someone who could hoard all the spotlights of the world if she was given the chance and I intend to do just that.
"Long time no see, girly. You’ve been doing great, I heard."
On the opposite side of me, that very same Madonna was sitting very comfortably on my new sofa, spreading her arms over its upper frame, crossing her legs, and having the same naughty look in her eyes that she always has.
"I have risen from the ashes, so to speak." I replied as I lifted up the delicious tea that Esmeralda just brewed, "And how about you? I haven’t heard any new..."
"Scandal?" She asked with a naughty smile before lifting up her saucer as well, "I’ve been being me all the way, darling. It is just you who is causing my stars to dim and my gazers to turn."
"How poetic! Esmeralda, write that down."
"Yes, my lady."