Since life is not clothed in black or white, what is it clothed in? Veil? Behind the veil?
|Club? Tick. Expensive? Tick. You are out of place? Double tick. With that last thought Elsa looked down her legs at the #400 sandals, her faded it was blue jeans, and her cheap top.... Groan. Even her purse felt out of place. Noise made her look and then.., she screamed. "Are you alright?" "Yes." Guiltily she gave a smile to the woman dressed in a vampire costume. "Excuse me" she muttered moving away, grumbling greeted her on the sides, she back-tracked bumping into a waiter. "Oh God!" Elsa's hands flew to her lips, she stoops down "i...i..am sorry" Oh she was mumbling like an idiot when she felt a pair of arms with a deep voice "she's with me". * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * I have to be staring at the darkest pair of eyes... and beautiful his head stated. Ogolo shook himself frowning. "Who are you?" "I...I...I am Elsa.. Elsa Olunyole," she croaked producing slender fingers whose nails have been bitten. Ogolo stared back at her. "I am a member of this club." she fired idignantly. (continued)|