Version One:
- “500 dollars?” Did I hear 500 dollars? – the auctioneer announced on the microphone.
- “Me.” – the bitch spit it out as a poisonous snake.
- “500 dollars for the miss over there, number 758”
What the hell that bitch had on her mind? I would literally kick her ass if I got the opportunity! I had to take her down at that moment! That shoes were mine! Jimmy made them for me in the first place!
- “No way that bitch is going to take my beautiful and exclusive Jimmy Choo’s! It’s mine and I’m going to take it.”
- “Go for it, darling! It was yours from the beginning.” – Carrie supported her.
- “Anybody gives more? Anybody” – said the auctioneer, inflaming the little nervous crowd, mostly composed by elegant women in their late thirdies.
- “I’ll give 550 dollars for it.”
By the moment I yelled it I remembered my bank account, I mean, my negative account. Ok, I shouldn’t spend that much on a single pair of shoes, but those were Jimmy Choo’s for Christ sake! Specifically the ones Jimmy created after we met, using the hints I gave him! It was clear they were made for me and I needed them more than anything.
Version Two:
After a cup of coffee at “The Corner”, Samantha has convinced Carrie to go on a benefit auction in the 4th Avenue Gallery. She didn’t really want to go, but the friend was insisting so much, telling how it meant for her, that she finally gave up.
When they got there, the place was a little bit crowded already and Carrie detected there were mostly women on the late thirdies on the main room. She could read the banner on the back of the auctioneer. Straightaway she could figure out what they were doing there, Samantha was chasing the shoes she believed were made for her.
Samantha was bidding to win and after a 500 dollars tender, Carrie noticed another woman that was going for the same pair.
- “No way that bitch is going to take my beautiful and exclusive Jimmy Choo’s! It’s mine and I’m going to take it.” – Samantha enunciated, outraged with the other lady.
- “Go for it, darling! It was yours from the beginning.” – Carrie said lighting up the fire.
- “Anybody gives more? Anybody” – shouted the auctioneer.
- “I’ll give 550 dollars for it.” – Samantha shouted, for Samantha’s surprise.
Version Three:
- “500 dollars?” Do I hear 500 dollars? – the auctioneer announces on the microphone.
- “Me.” – the bitch spits it out as a poisonous snake.
- “500 dollars for the miss over there, number 758”
What the hell that bitch has on her mind? I would literally kick her ass if I got the opportunity! I have to take her down right away! That shoes are mine! Jimmy made them for me in the first place!
- “No way that bitch is going to take my beautiful and exclusive Jimmy Choo’s! It’s mine and I’m going to take it.”
- “Go for it, darling! It was yours from the beginning.” – Carrie supports me.
- “Anybody gives more? Anybody” – says the auctioneer, inflaming the little nervous crowd, mostly composed by elegant women in their late thirdies.
- “I’ll give 550 dollars for it.”
Oh my god, what about my bank account? I mean, my negative account. Ok, I shouldn’t spend that much on a single pair of shoes, but those are Jimmy Choo’s for Christ sake! Specifically the ones Jimmy created after we met, using the hints I gave him! It’s clear they were made for me and I need them more than anything.
