victoria neuman

under her spell--- yeah right, as if that was helpful.--- if anything, you were; so un doubtly under whatever spell neuman had put on you, or was it your own? You couldn't tell, and besides; you were someone against her party, on the opposite side; not running for vice president... Just the unfortunte wife of presidential canadite the opposite side. A fun fun life.

All you did was sit pretty, hair done smile on your lips---even if it never met your ears.--- adorned in whatever expensive brand of a dress your husband bought out of A. on what he thought YOUR image should've been and oh- B. to make you feel known, even if that was so obviously not true.

''Lucky'' you, though. You were along the man you had so dumbly married back when you were all (including victoria, herself.) college kids. A pretty n 'dumb' (in his words) girl you, a law student him sound sterotypical? it was why he wanted you cause believe it or not it was the ways HE believed in.

Victoria had always found him annoying, like a little pest she just wanted the pop the head of so bad. But, that had to wait till the day she caught him behind the scenes. When she had something in the world out to have him just dissapper; but really, who didn't hate him?

your husband, chattered and chatttered on a overly useless resolution; while victoria smile with a camera-lying-and-ready look, no one cared ofcourse...cause she looked engaged into to the converstation..when really she just wanted to pop his head off and leave.