tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183879558102776892.post1344599953940161236..comments2024-01-18T00:56:04.456-08:00Comments on Brandy: it's not my suitBrandy Marshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08073342740134201420noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183879558102776892.post-2177856977810092722014-11-25T11:44:09.103-08:002014-11-25T11:44:09.103-08:00I'm standing in the lobby, watching the hustle...I'm standing in the lobby, watching the hustle of people. From the corner of my eye I spot her. She waves at me, with a spring in my step I walk towards her. We hug. My arms embrace her leopard print coat. She tells me it's not real. I smile and sigh with relief. I take her coat and hang it up. She's wearing a stunning black dress with a lace top. She is taller than I remember. I glance down, high heels with straps, beautifully around her feet. We go for a walk to see the newly renovated area. We chat as the decor and ceiling high windows pass by. I can’t look away from those amazing blue eyes and gorgeous smile. We walk back to the party leaving a wake of stolen glances.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com