As Michael drove through the gates of Maris' palatial estate in the Hollywood Hills, he parked his 2013 Cadillac Escalade in front of her house; in addition, walking up to the front porch and ringing doorbell and the housekeeper, Consuela, answered the door. "Hi, My name is Michael and I'm here to pick up Maris," responded. "Oh, yes, sit down she'll be right with you, can I get Ты anything," she asked, and just nodded head as stating, "No, Thank you, would Ты tell her I'm here," Michael inquired, so she left him alone in the living while went back upstairs to help Maris with the finishing touches.

Michael, dressed in a dark suit with the matching armband alongside a $5,000 Золото Rolex with his hair and makeup in place. He looked at that the package that was intended for Mavis wondering if she would like it или not, but this was going special for the two of them and nothing was stand in Michael's in his pursuit of the voluptious buxom dark-haired beauty not even his friends, colleagues, nor his family. There she was in all her radiant beauty looking absolutely breathtaking in slinky black dress with спагетти straps, her long hair in a beautiful alongside cascading curls accentuating her face and dark eyes; in addition, to black strappy sandals trimmed in rhinestones.

In his eyes, she was the most creature he's ever laid eyes on and this time Michael was going to hold on to this good thing he's' found. "Hi, Michael, how are you," сказал(-а) Maris, and Michael looked up as he approached the stairs to meet her. "You look beautiful," as responded, "And Ты don't look so bad yourself, did Ты get all gussied up for me", she asked, and he kissed her hand leaving a trace of lipstick, but it didn't bother her at all.