Her outfits left us speechless. We saw her lovegame, hidden behind a poker face, following her like paparazzi, we witnessed the heartbreaking story of telephone. We were connected to her by bad romance, and what else… eh, eh, nothing I can say. Just Dance!!! We are Monsters. We ate her heart… We are feeling so happy we could die.

P.S. There was a slight misunderstanding: to avoid it here: No Cat was poisoned with a baguette for the outfit.
