mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-09 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, isabella, sterrin, tristan |
Mini girly pup. Saturday. OTA and MW!
Sterrin was standing in line in the Mocha sleepily shifting through her purse to find her cell phone that was suddenly ringing off the hook. "Hello?" she said in a sleep husky voice, and then her eyes shot wide open. "He did WHAT?!" She was quiet as she listened to the frantic voice of Declan's publicist and after she hung up, she burst out laughing loud enough to turn everyone's head.
Isabella sat at a corner table pouring over her date book. The lack of Sterrin was creating a bit of an issue with some of her clients, but Isabella was almost thankful she was gone. There was something just not - right about that girl. Sighing, she rubbed at the bridge of her nose and contemplated hiring more help.
Anastasia was sitting sideways on one of the couches with several fat packs of pictures in front of her. She'd printed out all the pictures on her many memory cards and was now shifting through them. It was a good distraction from everything else.