Life & Photography

Verasilles

I fell in love with this gate. I can't stop taking my eyes off of its beauty.

"It's so beautiful." I said.

"It's my favorite part of the entire palace." Nickelle said.

"Mine too." I say. "I don't think I'm going to forget those gates. I mean, I'm grateful for even seeing these gates twice in a year."

"It feels like I've been here before in a past life." I tell Nickelle. "I have this conformity as if I was just at home."

"I like the gardens here." Olivia said. "Look at all of the photos I took."

Nickelle and I took a look at the beautiful pictures.

"Liv, all of these are Polaroid worthy." I said.

"They are." Olivia said. "However I copse not to for a reason and that reason is confidential."

Olivia walks away from Nickelle and I to take more photos.

Tomorrow we leave Paris and head back to New York.

Olivia, Victoria Laylal and I have to film a few things before I head down the Nashville for a family member's vintage themed wedding.

Giselle comes up to Nickelle and I.

"I think either Victoria or Olivia are up to something." Giselle tells me.

"Like what?" I ask Giselle.

"Something big." Giselle said. "When you find out about it, it won't mean a thing to because you have moved on."

"C'est folle." I say to Giselle meaning this is crazy in French.

"Non." Giselle says meaning no in French.

I give Giselle a confusing expression.

"Je suis dire la vérité." Giselle says meaning I am telling the truth.

"Sans blague." I respond meaning you're telling me.

"C'est vérité." Nickelle says meaning it is true. "Elle est une acolyte." Nickelle continues meaning she is a sidekick.

"Ok." I say.

"Tu compte elle." Nickelle says meaning you trust her.

💭I might as well, right?💭