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[blaise romano .]

a pretty angel of a boy

Blaise pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose. They didn't fit him very well, so constantly slipped down; the thick frames obstructing his view as he walked slightly to his destination. His hair was in it's usual style, an effortless sweeping statement of a hairstyle if there ever was one. His clothes were put together with a determined obsession; he liked to match don't you know? Today the main focal point of his attire was his glasses, so he wore a light grey t-shirt than hung from his skinny form, an even baggier charcoal grey sweater and a pair of white jeans, charcoal shoes to finish the deal. The only really black thing upon his person were his glasses and his watch, as such they stuck out like sore thumbs, drawing your attention to the blue eyes behind the frames.

His destination was in sight, the well to do place known as Madeo and it was the only half decent Italian within twenty miles, not that Blaise had checked he was too lazy to do so but he supposed his calculations were correct all the same. With his hands in his pockets Blaise reached the front entrance to Madeo, there were paparazzi around the entrance but as far as he could tell this was normal for this place. Flashes went off as he walked casually into the building, he bet half of them didn't even know who they were taking a picture of; he rolled his eyes to himself as he walked up to the gentleman cleared ranked head waiter. "Do you have a reservation Sir?" The waiter question, eyebrow raised as he gave Blaise's outfit the once over. Blaise nodded, cocky smirk in place "Check for Romano, would you?" The waiter nodded, eyes lowering as he scanned his list, another nod and he led Blaise to his table. "Would you care to see the wine list while you wait for your companion, mister Romano?"

Blaise nodded at the waiter, nodding once more when he returned with the wine list. Ironic that the waiter just assumed he was over twenty one, of course he would be at the end of the year but for now he was still underage in this country. In Italy he would have no qualms with id, people knew who he was back there and they knew he was legal and even if he wasn't he was sure they would brush over it, the same way people did here. It amused him greatly, sitting on his hypothetical pile of money, how easily people could be bribed and bent to your will. All you had to do was shove money in their faces and they threw their morals to the wind, it was pathetic really, he hoped he never became like that. Money was expendable to him, something to waste away the hours of boredom until something dramatic next happened to him.

Blaise placed the wine list on the table not even bothering to read it. Absently aware of eyes on him Blaise pulled his cell from his pocket - it was new, he'd switched from the phone he used in Italy to this new beast. One for Italy and one for travelling, since he did it so much. He flicked through the menu, landing in his text inbox checking to see if he had any messages from Allegra. Frowning he checked the time and sighed, that girl was unreal, five minutes late! It was lucky for her that he liked her so much. Blaise raised a hand and snapped his fingers, amused when the head waiter appeared at his side seconds later - he didn't miss the annoyed look on the mans face. "House wine please - red, if you wouldn't mind," He spoke much older than he looked. "And if you wouldn't mind bringing two glasses my friend is running late it would seem." The waiter nodded and look the wine list and returned shortly with the wine, and a bucket of ice.

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[allegra perish]

WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN

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[/i][/color]llegra actually had considered to go to the studio today. it was no use avoiding the inevitable that she was procrastinating and that she didn't like the song she was currently writing. she wanted to throw it away and start it anew. it was an awful feeling that she didn't feel often, for she was always spontaneous with her writing. this was the first time where she actually thought and considered the lyrics of her songs. she asked herself questions like how did she feel and what inspired her. sophomore albums were like that. artists tended to go rather commercial in their debut to gain a fanbase, but then by their sophomore or third album, they start to become personal. allegra was no different. she now sat on the floor beside her queen sized bed, legs folded indian style, scattered pieces of paper on the floor, blonde hair wispy and up in a loose bun, a pencil in her ear, body draped in only a black lace La Perla slip. writer's block was an awful feeling. and she really needed to get out. it seemed as if she had not gone out, but really she had gone out the night before. the tiring feeling was finally catching up to her. but a girl like allegra can't function well, sitting on the floor of her bedroom for half the day. allegra wasn't one to believe in god, but it seemed god answered her call in the form of text causing her pink ENVY v2. to vibrate next to her. the text was from blaise, an italian boy who's father knew her father and she absolutely adored him. it was an invitation to lunch, and she replied yes as fast as her fingers could click the keys.

C[/i][/color]onsidering the distance of her L.A. home to the Italian restaurant that the Italian boy invited her to wasn't too far compared to the usual places she went to, and she'd have to get dressed really fast if she wanted to be there early for coutesy's sake. however, allegra had never been one to rush and she's always had a penchant for being fashionably late. she was sure blaise could forgive her for such a minor indiscretion. she quickly slipped off her La Perla slip and got her hair out of the bun it was in and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. like most girls, she could shower in five minutes, yet unlike the average girl didn't take too much trouble in picking out her outfit. she hated her outfits looking like they were planned meticulously in advance. once she got out of the shower, she dried herself throughly before going to her closet to get an outfit. she grabbed a Perish creation from its hanger and put it on. it was a strapless red tunic and was one of her shortest ones because it was meant to be worn with pants. but she just let it drape three inches below her waist and it highlighted her slim enviable figure and long legs which she prided. she wrapped a black Hermes scarf around her neck as she went to grab her black Chloe bag putting her cell phone and wallet into it. she walked out the door after placing her feet in black Tiffany Jimmy Choo pumps which put her at a nice height of 5'10". she caught a cab immediately as it passed by her and went on her way. via da a Madeo!

B[/i][/color]y the time she reached her destination, her hair was fully dry and went into its normal look of cascading down her shoulders in blonde waves. she noticed the paparrazi there, with their eyes inside the restaurant, where she was sure that blaise was in waiting for her. like her, he'd reach fame by family means. both of their parents were two of the biggest male names coming out of Europe and having their children meeting would be a huge media frenzy and it was about to be. as if that wasn't hard enough throw in being a Grammy nominated artist into the mix and you have yourself a circus. well time to throw herself into it. she paid the cab driver and thanked him before coming out of the cab. all of a sudden the attention was on her and cameras started flashing and questions followed, but she just passed by them effortlessly as if they weren't there. keeping cool was one of her best traits.

S[/i][/color]he didn't even pass by the hostess to ask to be taken to her table, but just walked straight to it. there was blaise sitting there looking rather annoyed, yet adorable with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. she stopped in front of him and flashed him her winning smile. "Questo posto è portato?" "Is this seat taken?" she asked jokingly with a giggle in his native Italian. Despite being rather incompetent in her Upper East Side day school, she always had a flair for foreign language being fluent in her father's language of French and Italian, and she even learned to speak German, but not very well. it made her think how awesome it would be to write a song in a different language. she kissed the boy in European fashion on both cheeks, before taking her seat. She took off her scarf and put in her purse, which she put on the ground. Allegra saw that he already took the liberty of getting red wine for the both of them. she was not very fond of wine, but poured herself a glass of it. then she called the waiter and asked for a glass of Dom Perignon. everyone knew she was nineteen, but rules didn't apply to her in her opinion and they did as she asked. she sighed before taking a sip of her wine first and looked at blaise. "Sono così spiacente che ero tardi!"[/color] "I am so sorry that I was late! she exclaimed with the exaggeration of an Italian opera star which made her sound ridiculous and she wanted to laugh, but kept her cool. "I lost track of time, when getting ready. Forgive me?" After all she did look fabulous, so you had to give the girl credit.

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[blaise romano .]

a pretty angel of a boy

The booth Blaise sat at was placed close to the door, if he turned his head just so he could see the swarm of paparazzo outside, as if on cue the lenses started flashing before his eyes - but the only person who walked in was a dignified looking business man. He muttered something to the hostess, who not three minutes ago shooed the head waiter away from the reservations list. The hostess glanced outside, slyly accepting the roll of green slipped into her waiting hand. "I'll get right on it, Sir," She said, smiling at the man and motioned to someone outwith Blaise's line of vision. He waited the entire situation with unbiased amusement, he figured the businessman had complained about the paparazzi, probably because he was here to clinch an illegal deal - and oh, if that got out he would never hear the end of it. His amusement peaked as the person the hostess summoned turned out to be a fragile looking woman - barely older than him, he wagered.

Hostess and little woman spoke in hushed tones for well over five minutes, and all the while Blaise watched them with interest. It was no lie that he was nosy; he liked to know exactly what was happening around him and was not shy in demanded to know his friends business. It was one of the conditions that came with being his friend, he didn't want to know everything - he had to know it. It was a thirst, an obsession with the man, but don't be foolish enough to think he would ever rat you out. Keeping secrets was what the Romano's did best, after all he would know better than any of them. Fingers flexed to push glasses back up his nose, he eyes followed the two women's hands. The hostess passed the newcomer some notes taken from the business man's bribe; probably not even a third of what she had been given, Blaise noticed. Blaise chuckled to himself, oh how money lowered everyone's standards, how it turned even the brightest moral beacon into nothing but a scavenging dog.

The little woman smirked and pocketed the cash, this amused Blaise even more - oh if she only knew how big a tip the hostess would be walking home with. The little woman exited the building and from there Blaise couldn't see her, she was hidden by the doors but he saw the throng of paparazzi scatter slightly. Minutes later the flashes were going off again and the hostess gave the little woman a mighty glare; clearly she hadn't scared them away well enough. Irony itself shone down on Blaise at that moment, he was too busy chuckling at the two women of the restaurant to notice his lunch date swanning into the room. Had he noticed he would have rolled his eyes, trust Allegra Perish to make such a entrance; as it happened he didn't notice her until she was right in front of him. He tore his eyes from his entertainment and laid them on the blonde before him, a wicked smirk on his lips at her words. "Io amore esso quando ju parlare italiano a'me." i love it when you speak italian to me. He raised himself from his seat, one hand moving automatically to her waist, pulling her close enough to kiss her cheek. He loved living up to the European stereotype. He pulled her seat out for her, waiting for her to sit before taking his own seat once more.

Blaise laughed at her apology, shaking his head forced to push the glasses back up when the movement pulled them down. "non fa niente." He told her, waving a hand at her in a nonchalant manner. don't worry about it. He watched her pour some wine, only to order another drink, he smirked at her and reached for the bottle. "I apologise, I forgot you didn't enjoy wine as much as me," He told her, reverting to English although he loved speaking his mother tongue in this country. At least he still had his accent, a bonus because half the girls in this city swooned over it - a bit sad really, but who was he to complain? He laughed at her, nodding gently "You look ravishing, darling; consider yourself forgiven," He told her, his tone suggesting anyone should be thrilled to have his forgiveness. He raised his glass of wine and took a graceful sip "Do tell me where you've been hiding," He considered her seriously, frowning just enough for lines to form on his forehead - it was something he got from his father and actually made him look the double of the older gentleman. "I was not joking when I said I missed you." His tone was teasing, playful and one he used on the women in his life frequently - all but his mother of course, he spoke to her with respect because honestly, she was one of the few women who amazed him. Blue eyes moved away from the girl, glancing around the restaurant - it was quiet just now, but even so the deep hum of voices chattering all at once was loud.

notes woo, my muse is back (: & my translations are a bit off. i fail at italian; so pretend they're good (;
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[allegra perish]

WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN

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[/i][/color]n the music industry, allegra was a walking contradiction. she had a personal style that earned her similar monikers that belong to paris hilton, yet she had a cool that could only be accredited to her blue blood. her voice was what one would hear the lovestruck maiden character sing in an opera, but paired with crashing drums and guitar riffs sounded uniquely phenomenal. and her party girl nature would never betray the lyrics that came pouring out of her. emotional. angsty. raw. hot. lyrics about things that people needed to hear. she was quite amazing, if she thought so herself. so what if she didn't win the grammy? she was something people needed to get used to. although outside of music, it was quite obvious what she was about. parties. and sex. oh yeah and in paris hilton's words, "looking hot." it was a life she had before she was on hollywood's A-List. a life she had grown accustomed to, while in the elite circles of the East Coast. however she wasn't going to grow up to be an old lady philanthropist like those women in WASPy elite circles who aspired to be like Brooke Astor or Annette De La Renta. so obviously the life of the hollywood a-lister fit her much better. she can stay as careless and spontaneous for as long as she wanted. and even when her career ended, she’d always have her trust fund to lie back on. like any born "socialite" however, she could be let into any elite circle as long as she had connections to that circle. and the perish family had many connections.

I[/i][/color]t was how she came to meet her lunch date. her father, christian met his father, aeneas and the European media circuit dubbed them as a friendship and business partnership to last the ages. both men were public representations of debauchery and decadence in Europe and their sexual tendencies were always in European tabloids. blaise's father more than hers. with how close these two were (a lot closer than everyone was let on to believe), it became very obvious that their children would meet. they met while the two were in high school and she was in Italy promoting with christian the latest from the Shaespeare collection of Perish. It was very uncommon for designers to relaunch lines and collections especially after many years of its original release (the first Shakespeare line had been released the year allegra was born). allegra whose sexual tastes are exactly like her father's wouldn't have cared if she was stuck in a bedroom with either the son or father. but she got the son and was very happy with the choice, because he was only a year older than her, he didn't disappoint, and his dad wouldn't have to deal with another lawsuit. it was a win win for everyone. plus she learned to adore blaise. his fair features were adorable, which he obviously inherited from his mother for his father was an Italian stallion of a man, yet he had that wicked "Romano smirk" as her father called it that exuded intrigue. and sex. aside from the sex, the pair grew to become quite close friends. the apple really didn't fall far from the tree.

"I[/i][/color]o amore esso quando ju parlare italiano a'me." "so che lei fa. lei l'ama meglio quando è a letto." "i know you do. you like it better when it's in bed," she replied teasingly, making sex seem like it was an option after lunch. it could be, but only time will tell. in her opinion chilvalry was dead, but it was nice to know that guys could still act like gentlemen by pulling out chairs for girls and such. sure most of them do it to get laid, but that thought aside, it was still nice. she laughed along with blaise at her exaggerated response. "non fa niente" she smiled softly before taking the first sip of her Dom Perignon. she shook her head in response to his apology. "it's fine. i just wanted champagne as well,"[/color] she said in a straightforward manner. aside from the language, allegra was a huge fan of accents. she was like any girl who melted at the sound of a sexy european accent from an adorable italian boy. however, being european herself she heard accents all the time (usually from her father and the men she'd meet on their recurring visits to different fashion capitals in Europe e.g. Milan, Paris, etc.) and no longer swooned at the sound of an accent. it just made an already gorgeous man (if he was gorgeous that is) sexier than he was. now when one told her how gorgeous she looked, she glowed. and upon hearing the compliment that is what she did. glowed. her face was beaming. despite her attempt to draw herself away from traits of her mother, they always came up in her character somehow. vanity was one of them. the other was the fact that she knew that she was gorgeous, but hearing compliments that she was made the average self-loathing child inside (it was a small child) feel better. she smiled. "well i'm glad. and might i add myself that the glasses are a nice touch,"[/color] she said playfully referring to one of the focal points of his ensemble.

"I haven't been hiding anywhere, my dear blaise. i have just been here in L.A. recording records and doing what i do best," she said with the implication that he definitely knew what she did best. she chuckled a bit and took another sip of champagne before speaking again. she couldn't help, but blush a tad bit upon hearing his remark. the romano charm was far from resistible. and allegra was not one to control herself, but did at that moment. "and i have missed you as well. i heard you went to New York and i was sad to hear that i couldn't go up to see you. but then you came to L.A. which surprised me. but in a good way. I mean America in general hardly seems to be your normal stomping grounds."[/color] this was very true. she knew blaise was the type of person to take retreat in St. Bart's, get a tan, sleep with a woman or two from the former Eastern Soviet bloc (take Donald Trump's wives as examples of this sort), and then take a flight back to Naples for daddy's sake and make nice with him in front of the media. (allegra was quite aware of blaise's dislike of his father. it was similar to her own dislike for her mother) L.A. seemed like one of the last places he would come too (New York more since they were more welcoming of heirs and heiresses of the European set for it was classier, while L.A. catered to those of the entertainment business and those with drug addictions). it became rather clear that it was lunch, for the restaurant went from quiet when she first came in to where every table in the room was having a chat. "it's rather loud in here isn't it? everyone's so chatty."[/color] Allegra took another sip of her champagne, her gaze still directed at the italian boy across the table, while looking around every few seconds just to see what little things were going on.

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[blaise romano .]

a pretty angel of a boy

Aeneas and Christian met a long, long time ago; back when Aeneas still have to work for his money, even so he was still considered one of the best photographers in the industry, models flocked to work with him and many designers requested he be the one of photograph their clothes. Christian was one such designer, although Aeneas had admired his work for long enough and spoken of working with the man; his desire was fufilled when Christian made contact. Their relationship filled newspapers and magazines alike, they were the wonder duo unstoppable in the fashion industry taking it by storm. They kept their personal relationship private however, both were infamous for their antics; Aeneas more so naturally. But this was a bond to be shared by just the two of them; then Blaise & Allegra were born and the men's winning partnership dampened slightly. Before anyone knew it, it had been five long months since Aeneas had taken a single photograph. Aeneas turned his attention to his 'business on the side'; the whole playboy persona was built and Varanese and Blaise sectioned off in their own private wing of the family home. Strange women, people Blaise had never met filtered in and out his home - some stayed for weeks, maybe months but they always left in the end. Back then Blaise hadn't known who they were, but he had ideas now; hookers out earning money for Aeneas, dealers shifting his drugs to the masses, mobsters wanting a cut in return for protection and a boost in sales. Aeneas had turned to the dark side as it were, and there was no coming back.

Blaise and Allegra were always destined to be friends, with the partnership their fathers once shared it would have been hard to hate one another. The children didn't disappoint and when they first met Blaise felt he had perhaps ran into his soul mate - friendship wise anyway. They were close, they just connected and Blaise felt able to talk to Allegra about anything - and was clear to make a point of telling her that she could always do the same if need be.

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