Spotted. Bella J. Alone? Hardly. Ladies and Gents, Sons and Daughters, neighbors and foes...the summer sun has set but the tan remains for this pretty lady. And who is to blame for J's precancerous yet absolutely-worth-it summer tattoo? Lets call him E. Tall. Dark. Can I throw in Italian? Independence is overrated when you have a foreigner at your side, and on your lips. Confused? Curious? Speechless? Prepare for envy. This story throws Rapunzel out the window. Let me explain. Wasn't it only six weeks ago J was seen transforming the usually considered "boring" Idaho into Hollywood Celeb's A-list vaca spots? Correct. But hot spots are overrated anyways. Why not take a hiatus to the DR? Fresh fruit on the beach, toes caressing sand, and Juicy in the disco at sundown. Sold. and done. Boys? Who needs them? Lie. Meet E. Noted for his bulging biceps, and freakishly serenading eyes.. sources say this man in perfection spotted J from across the ocean. On a yacht of course. Ladies, bring out your wedding video before you curse your man. Beach bound-frolicking afternoons turned into star gazing Caribbean sky nights. Italian love songs? A daily routine. Italian Accent? a crave. Italian kisses across the balcony? no fantasy needed..this is J's reality. Did I mention dancing? I'll stop there. Thank you Michelangelo, Versace, Boticelli, thank you. But as history proves, the summer sun must set and the Italians must go home. Italy sounds brutal after a month with a blonde American huh E? As for Bella Beautiful? On to a new adventure of course. Where? Those italian smitten lips are locked. CIAO.
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