I walked in and aimed for the bathroom. 'I need a cool shower-bath to help me sober up,' I muttered as I walked on. Once in the bathroom, I took off my clothes, leaving just my boxer shorts on. Seated across the shower arena, was a majestic golden-pleated mirror. I let the shower rain down on me while I peered right back at my reflection in the mirror.
You want to know what I see, readers? I see the once innocent Santo, the one who knew next to nothing about luxury or the guile associated with being famous. Are you kidding? You thought I was done? Hahaha.
I pride in the knowledge of my height intimidating to the mirror which could not accommodate all of me. My abs appear a bit tanned, and well-defined. Oh yes, my complexion is tanned. I can't measure up to Belinda in terms of her clear luminous skin. She is almost transparent. Such beauty she's got. 'No, you mustn't think of that villainous enchantress, Santo.' I slapped my head in my mind but someone else had something to say.