Four spoilt brats, a lavish Italian dinner and a long drive. Just when everything was looking so nice and beautiful, you bang into a press car at 12 in the midnight. Two damaged cars, 4 helpless souls and one opponent who is charging you with every possible crime, stares given by every soul who passes by were enuff to kill all the fun we had till then.. An hour and a half of negotiations with an adamant person who adds in weird conditions is even worse..
Whateva, all 4 of us consentingly decided to bury the incident and all the fears along. But how would I bury it without my blog knowing it??