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Y/n's POV
New York's yearly annual ball. What is this, the 1950s? Being such a highly known film director I'm obligated to go. Me and Max have gone together for the past 4 years but she's been distracted since the whole Damian thing. Shan was my second choice but if I asked she'd make a huge deal about it and I really don't want to deal with her today. I don't have many friends, it seems.
I walk up to Lizzie's trailer but before I can knock the door opens. "Hi." I say, lowering my hand. "Hi?" She says. "Um, were you on your way out?" I ask to take a step down. "Yeah, I was actually coming to look for you." She says. "You were?" I ask.
She stands in the doorway of her trailer wearing a rob with her makeup done. "Yes, Max said you had something to ask me." Lizzie says. I didn't know Max was talking to anyone. She's been locked in her room for a week. "Uh..." I pull out the script of the last scene from under my arm. "Did you get a copy yet?" I ask knowing she didn't. I came to give it to her, I honestly don't know what Max wanted me to ask.
She tilts her head confused as she takes the script. I step down the last stair and begin to walk off. "Y/n?" She calls me, causing me to turn around. "Yes?" I ask. "Are you going to invite me to the ball?" She asks.
Her question completely took me by surprise. How did she even know about it? "Um, to be honest, I wasn't but now that you bring it up, that would be a bad idea." I say. "Max said you might ask, since she couldn't go." Lizzie says. I nod. "I'll pick you up at 7." I turn around and begin to walk off.
"Y/n?" Her voice brings me back. "Yes?" I ask. "You didn't really ask." She says eating a chuckle. I walk over to her and get down to my knees holding my hairs together. "Elizabeth Olsen, will you please attend the New York Annual Ball with me?" I beg. She giggles at my behavior, with a nod. I stand up dusting off my pants. "Perfect, it's a date." I say turn around and finally walk away.
Later that night, I'm running a bit behind so I told Lizzie to meet me there. I'm never late but without Max helping me... I just never really knew how hard finding a dress would be. God, Max must think I'm just a baby. I walk up to her door and knock in the basic three taps and the door almost immediately opens. She looks me up and down, disgusted
That's bad? Wow. "You need some serious help." She says, grabbing my hand and leading me back to my room. She's literally the best. Me and Max may have only met due to work but she's one of the only people to really know me..
"Shouldn't you already be there?" Max asks. "Yeah, I'm running a bit late." I told her. She stops rifling through my closet and turns to me. "Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" She asks, placing a hand on my forehead and cheeks. I roll my eyes. "No, I'm heartbroken. My best friend hasn't talked to me in a week." I say grabbing her wrist to pull her hands off my face.
"Sorry about that." She says, pulling away from me. "I just feel bad about the whole dinner thing." Max confesses as she pulls out a black dress and hands it to me. That was weeks ago and Lizzie hasn't seemed to make a big deal about it. I go into the bathroom. Maybe I should ask about it? or Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it. "I know, I know. That's no excuse. But you have been getting really close with Lizzie and I didn't want to jeopardize that." Max says. I walk back out.
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"That's better. Now get out of here." Max says.
I walk into the Ball room and the first thing I see is Lizzie wearing a breath taking dress, that shows off her legs...and arms...and neck..and Oh My God she Fucking Beautiful.
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But to be honest I'm 100% biased. I walk up behind her and lean in. "Hey." I whisper. She turns around with a smile on her face. "You're late." She says in a stern voice. "Fashionably." I add playfully. She rolls her eyes harmlessly. "You're stunning." I say earning a light giggle. "Me? Look at you." She says. "I was a reck before Max came and saved the day." I joke. I see people behind her dancing. Me and Max never did that, we mingled. "I'll get us drinks." I say walking up to the bar and leaning against the counter. The familiar bartender walks over to me, handling me two glasses of champagne. That's what I normally get when I'm here with Max.
I turn back around and see Damien make his way over to me. I down the first glass a fire downing the second. "Y/N! What are the odds?" He says stepping next to me. The bartender sides me with a glass, it's not my usual but It seems they understand I need something to get through the night. "How's your night going?" He asks. I open my mouth to reply but he interrupts. "Mine has been very well." He says. I down what's ever in his glass and I feel the burn all the down my throat.
