When Andi and Abel meet at a club they can't seem to get enough of each other. With Abel's cocky, bad boy, ways mixed with Andi's stubborn independence and being a tease also mixed in with the music business and messy baby mama's and twisted friends...
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Andi -
"Do we have to dress formal cause I really don't want to," I say hiding my tired face in my hands.
"Yes, we do," Maggie say, she's my personal stylisstylists and makeup artist.
Maggie has neck to shoulder length black hair with tan skin and just the perfect eyebrows. And the prettiest brown/green eyes. And she is killer at make-up.
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"Just get something plain then." She says rummaging through the dresses on the rack, her Australian accent laying in thick. "You can be plain and still be formal."
"Ugh, I really don't feel like doing this right now." I sigh tiredly taking my face out of my hands and leaning against the rack of clothes.
"Why? Jet lag?" She asks looking at a long blue dress and then shaking her head no and putting it back on the rack.
"Yes, major jet lag and I barely got any sleep last night," I complain.
"Well we gotta keep you going, I heard the best way to get rid of it, is to keep you up, we'll get some iced coffee on the way back to the hotel." Maggie slowly starts to grow a smile. "You got a date to the premiere?"
"No, I don't." I pick up a long red dress that wraps around the neck and the back with a slit down the chest area.
