“Well, if we base the decision off the saying; Leave two inches below your fingertips for Jesus. You better be ready for confession on Sunday but if that’s not your thing? I say not short enough because..who cares? It’s Fashion Week.” And no rules mattered on Fashion Week. Only labels, darling. Only labels.
“Well, great day to be an atheist I guess,” Claudine shrugged, a smirk on her lips. “Have you been hanging out with Lola? Only you make it sound like fashion week is a recognised national holiday. Are you sure, anyway? I want the perfect mix of classy and powerful.”











