“My love is like footsteps in the snow, baby.
I’ll follow you everywhere you go, baby.
The pain as light has come to wake you
but you will never realize
that I inspire the dreams that guide you, baby.”
Angelie sweeps through the 101, 60, 71, going eighty miles smooth on the highway in the limelight of the LA nightlife.
She was at the rooftop party of Sixty Six, at the heart of Beverly Hills, hosted by MTS. It was a James Bond themed party. By the time Mysty arrived, Angelie was already in deep conversation with the