My husband and I flew in from Vegas to London Friday around noon.
After customs, at baggage claim, we came upon a flight carousel from Atlanta and I saw someone who looked so familiar but she was furtively looking about, it was odd.
Then as I watch her pick up 15 (seriously had to be that many) LV suitcases to my 2 samsonite hard sides.
I realized that it was [Someone she had seen on a Real Housewives show!]
She looked very pretty but acted as if she were afraid to be seen. We all collected our bags and she RAN off into the bar by the exit and sat behind a ficus tree and peaked out every few moments.
As I waited for our driver I walked by her once more and said [her name] just to see if she would acknowledge it or if I just had jet lag.
Anyway, she made eye contact and I said, “oh excuse me, I thought you were someone else.”
By then, I’m hoping to see the all the real housewives come out of customs.
But they didn’t, instead a gorgeous man came in and walked over to her and they started to go at it like wolverines right at the bar and knocked over Mr. Ficus!
The police and I’m unsure who else came running over to make sure they were okay and also not some terrorist, it was a big to do!
I couldn’t stick around as my driver had arrived.
Hmmm, wonder why a woman would be hiding a romance behind a potted plant. Literally.
Real Housewives of Atlanta