Her perfectly arched brows went up as she looked me up and down.
„This is violation of Gucci’s holiness,” said pointing at my shoes.
Edward and I followed her gaze.
„It’s no offense for Converse, so it’s all right,” I retored with a charming smile.
„Nessie,” I shouted after her. „What did we agree?”
She thoughtfully frowned searching for the right answer.
„Do not stain my Diesel jeans?” she guessed.
Alice, I lifted my gaze to the sky, would it be the end of the world, if she read fairy tales instead of fashion magazines?
I shook my head with a forced smile. She more thoughtfully twisted one of her long, curly braid.
„Oh,” she recalled it. „I don’t get out sight. Slow and deliberate movements. No appearance of strength.”
More frowning. „Got it: I won’t bite anyone. Not even for fun.”
I nodded in agreement. „Correct! You can now!”..."