fortunefitzroy

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tinapoplawski Gorgeous!!! Love the faux fur

sasha6asl16 Wow crazy nails

mollybachmann I feel we could be besties

zombieatletier @fortunefitzroy GIRL. GIRL! You probably look absolutely stunning when u cry like for u it’s probably diamond dust infused tears

ap_jid This is who I want to be.

“Yasss, henny! That Alexis dress is everything.” Fortune FitzRoy air-kisses an arriving guest. “Obsessed.”

Fortune doesn’t mind working the door for Hailey’s party. This way everyone has to give him attention.

“Do you do your own makeup?” the girl asks. Fortune can’t remember her name even though he just looked it up on the list. “And I love the faux!” she squeals.

“Just a li’l something I pulled out of the closet.” Fortune does a twirl in his Matt Sarafa FAKE collection coat, almost knocking off his headset. The lining is a black-and-white satin fabric covered in the “fake” graphic. Fortune’s clothes tell you everything you need to know about him.

“Don’t forget, the step-and-repeat is to your left when you walk out back,” he says.

Fortune is like an angel; he’s so androgynous. Definite Slytherin. He’s tapping his @sealedwithakrisnails on a clipboard. Fortune just appeared on feeds one day, and because he’s so shameless, it was like he was always there.

A lime-green Lamborghini Huracán Coupè pulls into the Paleys’ motor court. Idris Morcos is behind the wheel, wearing an iridescent Gucci logo tee. According to Idris’s dad Ghalib Morcos’s Wiki, the Morcos family are descendants of Daher Al Omer, Prince of Nazareth and the Sheikh of Galilee. The Lambo lurches to a stop and Greta lifts her head from Idris’s lap, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Fortune watches through the windshield as they make out.

Idris steps out of his car and adjusts the bulge in his shredded Dsquared2 jeans. His arm is around Greta’s shoulders as they cut across the parking lot toward the front door.

“You look amazing!” Greta gives Fortune a double-kiss. “As always.”

“Aw, thanks, sis! I love your lip gloss!”

“What’s up, Fortune? Looking fly, bro.” Idris fist-bumps Fortune. Sealed with a fist.

“How’s Hailey?” Greta asks. “She sent me a frantic text. Something about her cousin?”

Fortune is living for this. He leans in conspiratorially, his fur draping off his shoulder.

“Moving into the pool house,” he says. “And she’s going to be on the show.”

“Woah. I better go find Hails and keep her away from the dessert table,” Greta says. “She doesn’t handle change very well. Remember when she thought Anna Wintour was leaving Condé Nast? She had rampant bulimia for weeks…”

Greta disappears into the house, leaving Idris trailing behind. He steps up to Fortune and pets the collar of his fur coat.

“So, is Hailey’s cousin as hot as her?”

“What is it about Hailey?” Fortune asks. “You don’t actually believe the vow-of-abstinence scene, do you?” It was an arc on season 1 of Platinum Triangle. Fortune thought it had great comedic value. Hailey could get really righteous about the storyline, though, acting like she really was a virgin. She and her dad did the whole “purity vows” thing, where she pledged to remain a virgin until marriage, and he vowed to “uphold her purity” or whatever. It was a big deal and they did it at Hillsborough Church, which has become a major Hollywood hot spot.

“Bro, it doesn’t matter what’s real,” Idris says. He leans in and whispers in Fortune’s ear. “It only matters what people think is real.”