The shiny black limousine glided to a dignified halt. The attendant, overbearing nature in place, rushed forward and reached for the rear door...
Everything was in order. The red carpet was spread out lavishly. Photographers, all dressed well according to instructions, were waiting patiently behind cordons. Eager fans waved placards and professed their undying love for their stars. The afternoon itself was beginning to cool down. The sun was low. The photographers liked it this way as it would shine at a favourable angle on the stars' faces. There was a palpable buzz in the air. And the arrivals had just begun...
A dainty foot shod in alligator skin made its way down from the limo to the asphalt. Presently its partner followed. Then the rest of the starlet, all five-feet-three of her, and six more inches of heels. The crowd went crazy. Flashbulbs popped madly. The dress shone, shimmered. The train flowed along behind. The famous smile subdued everything else around. The perfume brought Paris with it. Out flew a kiss. A hundred hearts broke. Giggles, laughter, chuckles...
And then, without warning, she tripped... AbNQ
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