Expectations were a powerful thing, especially for the camera crew of Real World Bites. It was a given that Thomas’ crew rotated out on a regular basis, staying at most a week before they went into therapy. It was a given that Henry and Merrick’s crews would catch them on any sturdy horizontal surface. And it was a given that Bianca flitted about ( Read more... )

After spending the majority of the evening directing the replacement of furniture and carpet in the parlour, Bianca had kept to herself, spending most of the evening in the garden with a large pile of books and her phone. Her foundation's annual art show was coming up, and Bianca was always interested in hearing about the new artists that were ( Read more... )

( My lovely Bianca, I urge our dear Amadeo to write you nightly, but alas, he continues to be so touched by your perfect beauty that he decries his sonnets as too coarse to be held by your hands. )

Two pieces of heavy vellum were delivered via crewmembers to Maladicta and Seras' rooms.

Dearest Maladicta,

Thank you, Mal, for the beautiful gifts! Imagine my surprise when I found not only the lovely rose (however did you manage to find them, darling, and in such quantity? The workmanship is remarkable.) and goblet, but also the absolutely ( Read more... )

My dearest Pandora,

It has been years since I have heard from you, though I read your tale to David Talbot regularly. Your warm recollections of Rome, of our time together, are a balm to my world-weary heart. The sorrowful quiet to which you’ve retreated as always concerns me, thus I was thoroughly shocked to hear from Armand that you have taken to ( Read more... )

Pearls of Great Value:
Tales of a Venetian Courtesan

( An interview with Real World Bites' Bianca Solderini by Vanity Fair reporter Cameron Allen )

Dearest Amadeo,

Or should I be addressing you as ‘Armand’ now that you’ve worn that name so long? But alas, I feel you will always be Amadeo to me, regardless of how many years you wear other names. I apologize sincerely for how long it took to respond to your kind letter. The words I sought for you did not come easily, and even now paper litters ( Read more... )

Uncharacteristically, Bianca had risen as soon as the sun dropped below the horizon and dressed, pairing the obscenely tall shoes she'd purchased at the mall with a little black dress that left her back all but bare. After dressing, she found a stack of correspondence on her dresser: a delightful postcard from Pandora, a positively charming note ( Read more... )

My dear, sweet, Botticelli angel, beloved Bianca,

I apologize profusely for not having written sooner. Imagine my complete surprise when David called and instructed me to turn on the television to Lestat’s latest flaunting of our Laws. Oh, my darling Bianca, I am not ashamed to tell you that I swooned upon seeing your face. Your lovely Botticelli ( Read more... )

Dearest Pandy,

That high-pitched noise you heard a few hours ago? That would be my squeal of excitement at receiving your letter. Oh, I had hoped you would join me here, but thought Arjun’s charms were too seductive to tear you away. I do hope he’ll forgive me for stealing you away; tell him anything he wants from me is his for the asking.

Your ( Read more... )