-Naomi's layout credit-
I can never live up to Naomi's talent, but I tried her layout for the 2nd time, and I'm not sure I like the outcome! There are many gorgeous shoes in this set, yum...
Saturday: A huge fashion show is going on in Easton, and we're all going to be sneaking in. Dress fabulous, and bring your confidence along, and you won't have a problem getting in.
Lady Gaga's "The Fame" was playing as model after model walked out onto the runway and showed off the looks. I could hear the music but couldn't see the runway. I needed to get in. I can't miss a fashion show, not with a fashion blog to run.
It didn't take long for me to get in. One look at my outfit Alberta Ferretti combo with my Ralph Lauren suede jacket over it, and I was in. Maybe the D&G wedges helped too.
I walked in, took a seat in the front. To my dismay, a tall redhead who was known as Brianna was blocking my view. Ugh. I tried to find another seat to take, but all were taken. Vera sat next to me.
"Vera, can you see?" I asked her, since I could only see a few models' faces.
She nodded. "Yeah, can you?"
"No, but it's okay, I'm not complaining." I rolled my eyes. This is going to be one hard fashion show to report.
I tried to enjoy the rest of the show, taking a few pictures of the really stunning pieces and taking some notes. I wanted to buy half the things I saw. After the show, I bumped into a pretty girl who looked like she was a Billings.
"Whoops, sorry, my fault." I said as I scrambled to pick up my bag from the floor.
She laughed. "You're right, it was your fault."
I stood up, put my bag on and looked at her. So familiar. "Do you go to Easton?"
She nodded casually. "I'm new. You go there?"
"I've been there for the past two years now."
"Oh, you're a /sophomore/. That explains it." she laughed.
What was so funny?
"I'm Roman, by the way." I said, smiling.
"Ro-man? /The/ Roman? Oh, so /you're/ the creep everyone talks about." she said, flipping her hair.
I shook my head. "I'm not even going to address that. It was nice meeting you, nameless." I said to her, trying to get away.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she stopped me. "Maybe it was another Roman I got confused with.. .."
"I'm the only girl named Roman at Easton."
"So you admit you're a creep?"
"No, don't listen to rumors." I said.
I wanted to get away from her. She said, "I'm Christina, by the way. Nice to meet you."
She definitely sounded like a Billings girl, the snotty kind, though.