Tell that story

Tell that Story

              A beautiful warm summer night in Paris France turns into a bloody got dame!!! Blood bath. That’s what the police reports news, new papers, and other people think; but that’s not the whole truth. You see there’s two side to every story and theirs was: A joules us rich girl married for money murdered cheating husband and mistress. I’ll give you the real story, the whole truth, “You can put a play on words...but you can’t put a play on truth" (Paige Way). I come from a small farm town in Virginia. Much of my life I've longed for the for the upper east side, for the Saks fifth, Bloomingdales, Bregdof&Goodmen stores, unlimited money, fashion, shoes, drama, love, lust. But being farmer’s daughter those are just usually pipe dreams; till one day I saw and ad from New York City that Vera Wang needed and assent who was quick on their feet, fast past, and fast thinkers, to help out with her 2013 fall collection. And I thought who better for the job than myself. I told my  dad who wouldn’t let me go than I thought what the hell I’m 18 so I bought a plan ticket and headed for " The Big Apple" to apply for the job. Wow I landed and was on 5th avenue it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Form the sun in the sky to the bulidings, people, shoes, stores, food!!! Even the smell of the city captivated me. I had on some high wasted dark blue skinny jeans, with black pumps and a withe and blue blouse one with gold earrings on, with two big red suit cases and my purse in the other; I head to go see my interview. I got hired instantly!!! Vera loved me ohh the pay was good to. 35$ an hour and I was busting 16-20 hour shifts, going and coming home to a crazy apartment. But I was happy. I could afford some designer clothes here and there. After a year in New York City I felt like I knew some of the high brows of society. Than on Vera's debut show of her 2014 winter collection her top model go sick and died she was devastated. Then I came and walked over to console her; then she demanded that I put on her family dress so I did. She throw me on the run way and the rest was history. I was getting modeling deals form Boss Models, to Elite Models. Than the money along with the guys started rolling in. I remember when I 1st met him. Chuck Bass his walk his aptitude, his suits caught my eye right away and so did I. We dated for 3 months before becoming official. Everyone was so jealous and my friends where trying to warn me but I could see or listen over the cameras, flashing light, or glitz and glamour to her them. But his troubling ex-girlfriend was always a problem. Blair Waldof, she’s jealous and very much controlling. Much like myself in some sort. Dame she was ambious like me to which makes going into war with her dangerous, even deadly. Blair would spread rumors to get me to leave town, call me names an lie to my newly fiancé to get him to leave me...but it never worked; or at least I thought. For the past weeks he's been distant from me…like coming home late avoiding me. We flew to Paris and I had it with him and his BS than Blair came from lurking out of a dark corner and that’s with is usually does. She told me that she was 4 months pregnant with his baby and he didn’t deny it. I flipped there was pie cutter and the two of them...a blood bath