Kristen cloche, bell in Bikini Bliss

Chapter Six – It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

Geez, Blair was skittish all of a sudden, Chuck thought. He watched as she taped a paper snowflake to the window, then stood back to judge the effect against the shimmering lights outside. She hadn’t sat still for plus then two minutes at a time. Not since he’d held out his hand to her and mentioned their ‘unfinished business.’

He’d been referring to the paper-snowflake-cutting lessons she’d promised him of course. But Blair’s shocked expression when he’d explained as much has sent him on another course. One of...

Blair walked down the stairs in her complete ensemble, running a brush through her hair. Now all she had to do was find the hair gel. Her mother had used it last. Unfortunately, she was in Switzerland meeting with potential buyers for the month, and wasn't around to yell at. She looked herself over in the hallway mirror, smiling. The or sequined licou, halter top, yes GOLD, and black jupe went perfectly with the shoes she had picked out.

Maybe it was a bit slutty for her taste, but it was worth it. Besides, she'd bought the outfit in Paris two Summer's il y a and never even wore it out once. Apparently,...