Vampyre Blue by Davena Slade Nicolaou Page B

few days. I like your company, I'm not quick to be alone once more.'
    *
    'So how was last night?' Star burst into Blue's room and practically ripped the curtains apart. Her room screaming with light. Even though she was a light walking Vampyre Blue didn't appreciate the shock. She was glad she didn't burst into flames in the sun, but could understand why. It was blazing hot.
    'Ugh!' She pulled the covers over her head.
    'Why do you feel the need to invade my lye in?' Blue grumbled from under the covers.
    She jumped onto her bed, jumping up and down.
    'I'm going out with the Prince today!' She squealed again and again, 'He rang me this morning!'
    Blue swore under her breath and thought she could truly murder her sometimes, she bit her tongue. Star flopped onto the bed and turned to look at Blue.
    'So why are you here this morning?' She asked her, 'I shouldn't be seeing you until this afternoon, at least!'
    'She is so bloody nosey.' Blue thought to herself.
    'I am here right now because Daen is actually a gentleman and he dropped me home.'
    'Oh Boo!' She smirked, 'How very dull!'
    'At six am.' Blue added.
    Star looked up at Blue with her eyes wide open,
    'What on earth did you two get up to?'
    'I'm not telling!' Blue smiled at her.
    Star was unbelievable sometimes, Blue gave in, she knew Star wanted to tell her everything about this Prince meeting.
    'Come on then, tell me what you're desperate to get out and share with anyone who'll listen!'
     
    She snuggled up to Blue in bed, telling her that the Prince had rang her this morning and he was going to have a driver pick her up for a dinner date this evening. Now all she wanted Blue to do was go help her pick out an outfit. That meant one thing. Retail Therapy!
     
    They went into the city to one of Star's favourite boutiques. Blue could swear they must know she's coming, practically rolling the red carpet out for her. Blue stood by the side of her watching how different the shop owners and assistants are with her. Blue wished she was Star when she went out shopping, Blue thought everyone would wish they were Star when they went shopping. Blue actually hates shopping, the entire miserable experience. The changing rooms are always tiny, the lighting is always horrendous. The clothes pretend to be the size you are, then somehow miraculously shrink by the time you get to the changing rooms. Now she just buys the clothes and takes them home. She has a wonderful wardrobe full of clothes that she can't actually fit into! Same as any girl.
     
    Star got the outfit she wanted. A little black number. After all you can't go wrong with a little black number. Her accessories were red. Just a clutch bag and her lipstick, everything else was black.
     
    They got her back to hers, Blue helped her pamper herself and get ready for the hot date with the Prince.
    'Have you heard from Daen today?' Star asked Blue.
    'Actually no I haven't' Blue shrugged her shoulders.
    'You should ring him.'
    'Maybe when you've gone out.' Blue told Star, then added, 'Anyway, let's get you ready and stop asking me about my love life!'
    'It’s fun playing cupid!'
    'Not for me its not.' Blue exclaimed.
    *
    'Valentino!'
    Cleo was stretched across a sun lounger in the enormous indoor pool house made of glass just across from their house, the Tuscan sun strong in the sky for November.
    'Are you coming for a swim?' She yelled asking him.
    Valentino strolled in through the open French doors, he smiled watching his boys running and jumping in the pool.
    'Bella my beautiful of course. Let me change.' He took a seat next to her. He removed his trousers and had his swimming shorts underneath.
    'Are you glad we’re here?' Cleo asked.
    'You can’t even imagine how much.' He replied smiling into her eyes.
     
    Cleo was so happy now, Star had really helped her by mentioning the agency in a very bad light. And because she was so well in with the hierarchy of the agency her true identity was only known to a couple of employees. She