| Walked Miles In Someone Else's Shoes |
[29 Oct 2007|03:04pm] |
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[[Non Journal Entry]]
"Why am I wearing tweed?"
Ralphael looks like a deer caught in twin headlights.
"And why are you in that?"
It takes a couple seconds before Bethany realises that she is in fact in a museum and somehow God only knows how she has a camera around her neck and she looks like a tourist.
A few more minutes tick by until finally Bethany remembers Breana, every awkward move and every uncomfortable second of the woman that had apparently played her on television.
"This is..." There were absolutely no words for what this was, but it definitely wasn't good. "I need to get out of these clothes."
Ralphael looks like Christmas has come early but it's short lived because Bethany turns on him. "Check in on the club." Because if she's been living this life as Breana then God only knows how her club is faring.
Unable to walk any further in the flat unflattering black shoes Bethany leans down and pulls them off, not even caring to notice the looks passed her way as her stocking covered feet carry her out of the museum.
Given the fact she'd just walked miles in another woman's shoes Bethany Richards found herself so damn grateful that she was who she was and she was nothing like Breana Richmond.
Life would be dull and boring if she was.
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