The Gossip Column
...seeing ghosts? "If all the
guys in the next world look like that," Matsushita said after her close
encounter of the ectoplasmic kind, "the afterlife is going to be hot."
Somehow, I don't think that's what my Sunday School teacher meant...
The Sanc royals turned out in force at the gala celebrating Princess
Relena's upcoming nuptials to former Gundam pilot Heero Yuy.
Her Ladyship gushed with old school pals and showed off her rock to most
of Europe's upper crust. Far be it from me to repeat gossip, my deahs,
but rumor has it she, not her beau, ordered that trinket from Europe's
most exclusive designer AND paid for it herself from the royal treasury.
The future Prince Relena stayed close to war buddies Trowa Barton
(no relation to the mega-rich Bartons) and Quatre Winner (heir
to the multi-mega-rich Winners). All three Gundam boys looked luxe and
luscious in their white ties and tails, downing their Dom Perignon and
trading post-war stories. Too bad for the ladies (and dudes) eyeing them,
those flyboys are off the meat market--pretty permanently, from all appearances.
Always the gentleman, the dapper Q.W. tripped the light fantastic with
a few of the Princess' chums, but somehow always wound up back at luvvie
Barton's side when the music ended. Nice trick, that...
And speaking of luscious luvvies...Prince Milliard and his sassy
S.O. Duo Maxwell turned more than a few heads themselves with their
fashionably late arrival at the ball. Be still my heart! The heavenly
hunks tried to slip in unnoticed, but this is a couple that stands out
in a crowd, lay-dees and gents. The par-tay was in full swing when the
heartbreaker Hair Pair sashayed in. Did my eyes deceive me, or did D.M.
look just slightly--and deliciously--mussed? And did His Highness look
more than slightly satisfied? Whatever their pre-party activities included
(and you won't catch moi speculating), once in the public eye, they were
the picture of well-behaved romance. Unless you just happened to notice
that Prince Mmm never seemed to have both hands above board at the dinner
table--and that his totally edible honey blushed and squirmed a time or
six during the banquet.
Wonder what the groom thought about all those hormonal hi-jinx, considering
the de-lish Duo used to be his b-f? What a tangled web the royal crowd
weaves! But if you ask me, and of course you were going to, I think His
Royal Hunkness got the better deal. That Maxwell boy is one sex-ay little
Cheers to both the royal couples (even though it looks to this unbiased
observer like the only common interests the Princess and her gorgeous
bro share is a social conscience and a taste for yummy ex-Gundam pilots).
My unnamed studio sources tell me that new office romance pic (c'mon,
guy and gal friends, you know which one I mean) is likely to get an NC-17
stamp for some pretty hot-to-trot scenes. Word on the street is that at
least one of the actors complained that the script was "too corny"...
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