#alanncs.

featuring  comments  by  @arthurnor  and  @stcllan  .

giovanni  narciso  arrived  at  the  met  gala  with  girlfriend  ,  alanna  d’alessio  ,  on  his  arm  .  the  famed  hockey  player  sported  a  custom - made  tommy  hilfiger  suit  ,  and  looked  absolutely  enamored  with  his  date  for  the  night  .  narciso  and  d’alessio  laughed  off  his  accidental  misstep  onto  the  train  of   her  dress  ,  and  he  was  careful  to  attend  to  her  and  the  gown  as  they  made  their  way  up  the  stairs  .  what  a  gentleman  !

giovanni  narciso  and  alanna  d’alessio  pause  for   a  brief  interview  with  vogue  .

𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 : all i have in my house is hot cheeto puffs

the door to her room wasn’t even completely open before he started to speak, “i still cannot fuckin’ believe you went to the met gala without letting me know. how did i not know, ‘lana ?” as if it were her fault for his own ignorance. she should know his words were all in good fun though. for someone as angry as gio was, he didn’t think he could ever actually be upset at her. he made his way further into her room, just assuming that she wasn’t too busy to deal with his shenanigans, flopping down on the bed, purposely taking up as much space as humanly possible, “i’m still hurt. we could’ve walked the carpet together.”  

dangerously   short   dresses   rose  up   from  each  hip  thrust  ,  bump  ,  and  grind   ,   while  extravagantly  manicured   hands  struggled   to   keep   the   color   of    underwear   top   secret  .   the  energy  in  the  club  was  nothing  short  of  a  raging  scene  from  a   𝐇𝐈𝐓  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄  .  upon  returning  to  nyc  for  good  ,  and  reuniting  with  adriano  in  the  process  ,   she  rarely  hung  out  with  alanna  and  this  happened  by  chance  .  ‟  well  ,  at  least  one  of  the  d’alessios  can  actually  keep  up  with  me  on  the  dance  floor  ,  your  brother’s  awkward  two  step  was  killing  me  for  the  longest  .  ”  killer  dance  moves  were  a  sure  fire  way  to  the  gymnasts’  heart  ,  speaking  of  ,  her  heart  still  knocked  against  her  chest  ,  it  seemed  she’d  never  finish  the  sentence  collapsing  into  the  area  that  was  sealed  off  by  velvet  ropes  .  ‟  hydrate  ,  ”  a  simple  statement  that  sounded  more  like  a  demand  .  “  i’m  gonna  show  you  how  to  drop  into  the  perfect  split  on  the  bar  .  ”

𝑮𝑰𝑶𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰 :  r  u  with  ur  brother  ?  tell  him  to  answer  his  phone  𝑮𝑰𝑶𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰  :  oh  ,  also  hi  or  whatever  .  how  r  u  ?