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Ditaly von Teese jetted into France together with Brussels Brand.
He was following her into every country lately, so obviously, it almost turned into stalking.
But in some kind of way, she like the attention and found herself in some playful cat and mouse game, somewhere in Cannes.
Her hotelroom was grand, with some hint of that burlesque feeling she was known for.
Canopy bed, covered with bloodred velvet covers and black feathers filled vases everywhere you looked in the room.
Champagne was just being served buy a very friendly young man, who'd presented himself as the assistent hotel manager.
Tonight she would have dinner with the manager himself, an older but very polite and correct gentleman, who always made sure she had the best room available in his grand hotel on the Croisette.
The sun invited her out on her room terrace and to her pleasure she saw a lounge chair and sunbathing bed, overloaded with white cushions standing at her left side.
She leaned over to rest her elbows on the marble and looked down on the streets of this sunny place, at the Côte d'Azur...
A bright blue sea was seen a bit further away and she promised herself to swim at least once in one of her famous polka dot bathing suits.
But now she would stroll a bit down the street of Cannes and do some window shopping to relax.
As she came down the stairs of the famous hotel she noticed in a glimpse a manly figure to her right hand side.
She smiled and continued her way to the Croisette. She knew he was going to follow her and somehow it made her move her hips even more elegantly. Behind the large dark glasses of her specs, she rolled her eyes back and smiled, showing of her famous white grin.
"Ditaly", some reporter shouted from across the street, "will you do that famous pose for a picture for the Blog Gazette, please"??
She stopped and this was in such an instant Brussels Brand almost bumped into her back.
"Silly fool", she mumbled between her teeth and at the same time she smiled like the diva she always was...Paparazzi suddenly appeared from behind every palmtree and snapped her with the gangling figure looking glum because he didn't strike a pose himself and looked ever so stupid. Now the whole world would see what a looser and dumba** he was and this picture would haunt him the rest of his life and career.
He wouldn't make a chance at ever becoming Ms von Teese's lover or husband.
Not after this humiliating scene.
He tried to save to moment with a joke ; but the photographers weren't listening and already checking their camera's or off to their hotel rooms to send the pics overseas to become tomorrows headline.
Meanwhile, Ditaly was already behind the corner and in the arms of some very handsome Italian admirer who offered her to have a coffee with him...
Brussels Brand's dreams were shattered instantly....
(to be continued)