Vera Garkavets is a born cook.
She takes every opportunity to prove herself as a true professional. And the first assignment she has to cook is ..... orange fresh ????
Neymar Junior may surprise, but does it feel good?
And can even surprise himself...
I was so angry with him. "You could have just straightened your hair, Vera!" I blamed myself for the whole Neymar situation. My heart was still pounding like crazy. "I'll quit right at the party. Then I'll find peace. He keeps making me forget about controlling my feelings, pissing me off with it but surprising me at the same time. Why does he try to get closer to me every time?" I smiled. "He's incredibly elegant tonight. And no tie." Finishing my hair I involuntarily remembered all our moments with Neymar. "I mean, he started that game on the first day. Ah ... I wish I could feel his breath on my neck. Vera! He takes advantage of you, he thinks horrible things about you... he does not deserve you... Yes!" Then I remembered to stay away from him at the party. "So be it, Mr. Junior." I stood in front of the mirror looking at my outfit. I was ready.
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Within half an hour I was already riding in Rafinha's car. He looked great too. This time we had a lively conversation, laughing with each other that we didn't know anyone at the party and decided to stick together all evening.
"Don't forget the dance you promised me." Rafa winked at me.
"Sure."
We pulled up in front of Cavani's house and had a hard time parking. There were a lot of cars outside the house. I'd forgotten I was hanging out with the world-famous footballers. So the journalists are coming too. My palms were sweating.
"Beautiful, are you all right?" Rafa leaned toward me as we stood in front of the house. I exhaled.
"It's just so crowded. Journalists must be looking for gossip by now. "
Rafa laughed. "Vera, I'm sure Cavani has taken care of them."
"Easy for you to say, you know, I had five people at my birthday party." He laughed again and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Then stick with me. " We went inside.
Everything around was so bright and chic. Someone was already dancing, someone was drinking and someone was taking pictures. I felt uncomfortable. "Surely all these girls must be international models with successful careers... and I'm just a servant..."
"Let's get a drink." I suggested to Rafa. "That should help."
His hand was still on my shoulder and I noticed some whispering. "That's not good enough. It's bad enough that Neymar thinks so much of me."
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of wine. "Neymar... I guess he hasn't arrived yet."
At that moment there was another hand on my shoulder.
"Vera... what a surprise!" Mbappe approached me. I was very happy to see someone I knew.
"Hey there... well you're the one I was expecting to see here." he laughed.
