Spectrum 2

7

Natalia's POV

"What looks better with the ring? This light pink or the nude color?" Sofia asks, holding the polish sample up to her own hand.

"Try this one." I say, holding up a light pink nude. "It'll look natural and not like you're planning this."

"You're right. I want them to think that I had my nails done the entire time. I can't wait for all of those sorority bitches to see that I'm engaged to Shane." She says with excitement. "They made me feel crazy for liking him. Little did they know, I had the right idea the whole time." She smirks.

"The ring is beautiful. Not to mention, it's massive." I point out.

"Dude. Yes. I looked it up just for fun, you know. Tell me why the hell this ring was nearly fifty thousand dollars. It was like forty-seven." She says in a whisper.

"You must be doing something right." I laugh.

"My head game is insane." She says proudly.

"That's disgusting." I laugh. "That's my old boss, remember?"

"Yeah, and I had to watch you take a pregnancy test because of going raw with my brother. Yeah. Who the hell is grossed out now?" She replies.

"Touché." I reply.

"Drinks for the ladies." Our nail technician says, holding two tall glasses of champagne.

"Thank you, Drake." Sofia says, taking the glasses and handing one to me. "Can we also get two shots?"

"We're celebrating today!" Drake laughs, stepping back behind the little bar and pouring a clear liquid into two smaller glasses.

"God, I could puke just looking at this." I groan, making the mistake of smelling the champagne in the glass.

"Don't smell it!" She laughs. "Plus, you'll cure your hangover with another drink. I'm hungover too. It sucks."

"I'm saving it for the shot. God knows i'm going to need a chaser with whatever this is." I say as the glass it passed towards us.

"Tequila." Drake says with a smirk.

"Rest in Peace." Sofia says, tipping the glass back and cringing at the taste. I follow behind and quickly take a drink of champagne to help mask the taste.

"Fuck, that's terrible." I cough. The feeling of vomiting passes and I sigh in relief.

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"Hey, where are you?" Grayson asks.

"I'm at the nail salon with Sofia. We're just about to head back I think." I say.

"Do you need me to come and get you? We have the viewing, remember?" He says.

Shit. The house.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah." I say. "Yeah, you should probably come and get me."

"And me! I'm drunk!" Sofia giggles, speaking loudly towards the phone.

"Did you drink more?" Grayson asks, sounding concerned.

"We had like...2 shots." I say.

"Were you not puking all morning?" He asks with a voice of annoyance.

"I was." I nod. "But we're celebrating! Sofia is engaged, Gray. We needed to celebrate!" I try justifying.

"Yeah...you can celebrate without getting drunk at eleven in the morning." He sighs.

"Are you mad?" I ask.

"No, i'm not mad. I just wish you had waiting until you felt better first." He replies.