Ethan
"Remember Ethan you have to smile when they ask you to smile and when you're not make sure you still have a friendly expression. Pose when they ask you to and just follow my lead, okay?" Vasilisa stressed as we sat at the back of the limoscene as it drove us through New York.
"I know," I sighed and looked at her. Her platinum curly hair had been straightened to fall gracefully on either side of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with light blue tight fitting dress that flared out midthigh and had a long slit exposing her frecked toned legs. She looked beautiful with a diamond encrusted necklace and diamond earrings.
I tried to match her look with a navy blue suit, white button up shirt and navy bowtie. My hair had been gelled back by a glam team. It was truly an experience.
"You have to Ethan," she glared, "We're doing a lot to make people like you and you haven't been doing a good job at making them fall in love with you."
