What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Well, you've obviously never heard of Camilla Valentine, then.
That's right darlings, your favorite and most fashionable Valentine twin is back from that ruddy ol' cave she's been locked away in!
Cave being an office, of course.
If you can count a yacht docked off the coast of a small, privately owned island in Versailles an office.
*Ahem*
But I digress.
It's been a long time since I left the graduating class of Junius H. Rose High School. In fact, it's been a long time since I've been in lil Greenville, NC at all.
Of course, I miss my family. It's been hard not being there to help my baby sister Ally grow into little womanhood.
I do hope she's been putting those Chanel bags I send her every Christmas to good use!
Unfortunately, though, works takes up most of, if not all of, my time. I don't even have time for boys! Can you believe it? Camilla Valentine going stag?! It's surely a crime, I know!
My last boyfriend was that stupid Prince Harry. Couldn't put a ring on my finger, but he had no problem planting one on that dullard Kate Middleton's!
"You work too hard," he says. "We never spend time together," he says. Hmph! Try running your own company and see how much free time YOU have, pretty boy!
*Brushes a hand through her hair and collects herself*
Anyways.
Most of the world knows me through my extensive modeling career. I was the youngest model ever used in a Sartino Sunglasses campaign.
Impressive, I know.
That didn't satiate me though. I mean, it was fun for a while. I thought I was living the dream....my dream! But it began to feel a bit lacking.
Call me an opportunist, but I couldn't stick to one label. I signed with Ford's Models right after graduation. My momma, the famous Jill Valentine, said I could only work with them as long as I stayed in school and got at least a bachelor's in something. So I went for what felt natural.
Business.
Business management and marketing, to be exact. But I wasn't about to become someone's glorified agent. No, no, not I. I was on to bigger and better things.
It was time that Camilla Valentine conquered the fashion industry! And conquered it, I did.
After some time, though, even that began to leave me restless. So I continued moving through fields, side managing my clothing line, which has its own, high-end boutique, smack-dab in the middle of Rodeo Drive, by the by, and turns a nice profit.
That just wasn't enough, though.
It was beginning to feel like nothing I succeeded in was making me feel better. Everything was so....so...easy.
Where was the danger?! Where was the thrill, the excitment?!
Not there. I can tell you that much.
*Sighs*
So eventually, I kinda, sorta, uhm....well...followed in the footsteps of my dear old dad. The b*****d with the nasally Jersey accent, Ricardo Irving.
So I'm a little bit of a black market dealer. What of it? You gonna make a federal case out of it?!
Well, technically, you could. But that wouldn't bode too well for you. I mean, all of the world knows me as a successful fashion/business tycoon and designer. Who would ever suspect I was helping transition black market deals from hand to hand?
No one.
Like Bruce Wayne's double life as Batman. My second life is sheltered from my sins. I mean, I do feel bad sometimes. Especially because my wimpy twin, Austen, has beefed up into some B.S.A.A. super agent. My ( still )gorgeous stepfather, Chris Redfield, wouldn't be too pleased, either.
What they don't know won't kill 'em. They just can't understand what a rush it is. And hey, the money ain't bad either. Better than slinging satin bubble dresses with ruched hems and sweetheart necklines, I can tell you that much.
Keep that on the down low, won't you?
We wouldn't want something or someone nasty crawling through your bedroom window, would we?
No, the world doesn't need to know.
No one does.
It will be our little secret.
Love,
Camilla Valentine ♥
Well, you've obviously never heard of Camilla Valentine, then.
That's right darlings, your favorite and most fashionable Valentine twin is back from that ruddy ol' cave she's been locked away in!
Cave being an office, of course.
If you can count a yacht docked off the coast of a small, privately owned island in Versailles an office.
*Ahem*
But I digress.
It's been a long time since I left the graduating class of Junius H. Rose High School. In fact, it's been a long time since I've been in lil Greenville, NC at all.
Of course, I miss my family. It's been hard not being there to help my baby sister Ally grow into little womanhood.
I do hope she's been putting those Chanel bags I send her every Christmas to good use!
Unfortunately, though, works takes up most of, if not all of, my time. I don't even have time for boys! Can you believe it? Camilla Valentine going stag?! It's surely a crime, I know!
My last boyfriend was that stupid Prince Harry. Couldn't put a ring on my finger, but he had no problem planting one on that dullard Kate Middleton's!
"You work too hard," he says. "We never spend time together," he says. Hmph! Try running your own company and see how much free time YOU have, pretty boy!
*Brushes a hand through her hair and collects herself*
Anyways.
Most of the world knows me through my extensive modeling career. I was the youngest model ever used in a Sartino Sunglasses campaign.
Impressive, I know.
That didn't satiate me though. I mean, it was fun for a while. I thought I was living the dream....my dream! But it began to feel a bit lacking.
Call me an opportunist, but I couldn't stick to one label. I signed with Ford's Models right after graduation. My momma, the famous Jill Valentine, said I could only work with them as long as I stayed in school and got at least a bachelor's in something. So I went for what felt natural.
Business.
Business management and marketing, to be exact. But I wasn't about to become someone's glorified agent. No, no, not I. I was on to bigger and better things.
It was time that Camilla Valentine conquered the fashion industry! And conquered it, I did.
After some time, though, even that began to leave me restless. So I continued moving through fields, side managing my clothing line, which has its own, high-end boutique, smack-dab in the middle of Rodeo Drive, by the by, and turns a nice profit.
That just wasn't enough, though.
It was beginning to feel like nothing I succeeded in was making me feel better. Everything was so....so...easy.
Where was the danger?! Where was the thrill, the excitment?!
Not there. I can tell you that much.
*Sighs*
So eventually, I kinda, sorta, uhm....well...followed in the footsteps of my dear old dad. The b*****d with the nasally Jersey accent, Ricardo Irving.
So I'm a little bit of a black market dealer. What of it? You gonna make a federal case out of it?!
Well, technically, you could. But that wouldn't bode too well for you. I mean, all of the world knows me as a successful fashion/business tycoon and designer. Who would ever suspect I was helping transition black market deals from hand to hand?
No one.
Like Bruce Wayne's double life as Batman. My second life is sheltered from my sins. I mean, I do feel bad sometimes. Especially because my wimpy twin, Austen, has beefed up into some B.S.A.A. super agent. My ( still )gorgeous stepfather, Chris Redfield, wouldn't be too pleased, either.
What they don't know won't kill 'em. They just can't understand what a rush it is. And hey, the money ain't bad either. Better than slinging satin bubble dresses with ruched hems and sweetheart necklines, I can tell you that much.
Keep that on the down low, won't you?
We wouldn't want something or someone nasty crawling through your bedroom window, would we?
No, the world doesn't need to know.
No one does.
It will be our little secret.
Love,
Camilla Valentine ♥
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-takes and runs-
Thank you, Sissy! :'D
Sure! 8'D
. . .
You look pwetty, sissy! :'D
...Who's Ron Weasley?
....Are those red tuh-tiger stripes on your pants?
No chocolate, but will you accept this? *rummages through pockets and hands her a fifty*