Why do they make that trophy so heavy at Indian Wells? What if the winner got injured? Crazy. Also, I could not resist a little poke at the trouble GQ got into this week with Roger’s wonderful magazine photo shoot when they advertised it as a photoset of the Greatest Tennis Player of All Time. Which made social media clap back that the picture should of been one of Serena. LOL Who is the GOAT in tennis for you?
Rosemary sauntered in Scassira’s direction with a slight sway to her hips. As she neared the woman, her arms would open wide and her fingers wriggled. When she honed in closer, her lips would lift into a sinister smile. "You said that you could dance. I said I’d believe it only if I could see it with my own two eyes.” Regardless of any resistance that Scassira might have put forth, Rosemary tried to slip her left hand beneath the woman’s left arm to rest upon her upper side. With her right, she would lift both of their hands to shoulder height. It was a stance suited for a posh waltz with Rosemary in the position of the lead.
“Let’s see it, lass!” Rosemary’s wicked smile broke into an amiable grin and she released Scassira, taking a broad but graceful step backwards afterwards.“What sort of dance are you able to do? Better yet– if you’re not lying through your teeth about it, that is, where did you learn?” Rosemary tucked an errant curl behind her ear and lofted a curious brow at Scassira.