Angel's at Night || Candice & Rosie
Candice has been waiting for the perfect moment to arrive in France and commit to Michael Bay's new film. At first she was hesitant, but after going almost a month without her partner in crime, she realized "Why not." So, with a quick call to Mr.Bay the plans were set and Candice was on a flight to Paris. The minute she landed she thought about three things. 1) How will she fuel her addiction in a country with a language she doesnt even speak. 2) She really needs a drink. 3) Where is Rosie! These questions, and many more flooded through her mind as the limo transported the supermodel from the airport to her new mansion.
She walked into the wide wooden doors and left them open, assuming her luggage would be carried in behind her. She swiped her Harry Winston decorated finger across the glass of her gold iphone 5s. Rings alarmed from her speaker, and the brittish accent of her best friend Rosie answered the phone. "Guess who just landed. Come over. We're going clubbing." Candice dashed up the staircase to prep for their evening – a warm shower, hair, and make – up. Of course, only the essentials. As she excited her lux bathroom, Candice began to decipher through the millions of possible ensemble combinations she could conjure. The slender blonde settled in an fitted black Herve Leger dress matched with her red Loubitans.
The majestic doorbell sang through the hallow halls of Candice's empty estate, and immediately Candice makes her way to open the door to find her fellow angel, and bestfriend, Rosie standing at the front door with a bottle of champagne in her hands. "Ahh!" The blonde screams, embracing her friend.
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