10 Days as a stripper (Book 1 of the 10DAYS series). ✔️ Edited

THREE

DAY 3

"Look at you Chica, you're glowing" Rose squealed, hugging me tightly as I got to the cafe.

"it's only been two days Rose." I rolled my eyes, breaking away from Rose's tight hug.

"Well you're glowing." She shrugged, sitting down in front of me. Rose and I decided to have breakfast together this morning. We Face Timed yesterday night, and she whined about me already forgetting about her.

FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT.....

"Have you gotten a new bestfriend Chica?"'Rose suddenly asked, before taking a generous amount of ice cream, and shoving it into her mouth.

"Are you drunk off icecream or something?" I asked, rolling my eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going. "No I am not. I'm perfectly sober, and I know what I'm saying!!" she whined.

"Well then, Rose I think two days is a little too soon to find a new bestfriend, don't you think?" I said, making her gasp. "So you do want a new bestie?" She whispered, dropping her icecream.

I groaned, covering my nail polish and glaring at Rose through the screen. "Fine, we will have breakfast tomorrow" I said, attempting to shut her up. (It worked)

FLASHBACK OVER...

"I really should be sleeping right now" I yawned, as Rose signaled for a waiter. "No you shouldn't, you have all afternoon to do that. Except if you've changed your mind, and decided to come with me to mum's charity party" she responded, staring at me with her puppy dog eyes.

"Eh eh, no, nope, nadda, not gonna happen" I immediately refused, for the hundredth time. "But whyyy?" She whined, grabbing my arms from the table.

"You know why, Rose" i said

"No i don't" she lied, making me roll my eyes.

"I will tell you why then. One, I don't want to be anywhere near your mum, no offense. And two, I don't get why it's called charity for the less privileged. When it's literally a party, to celebrate your mum's snobby book club friends!!." I exclaimed.

Don't even get me started on Mrs Cowell's excuse of a charity party. She holds this party every year, to celebrate the less privileged. (Which i call bullshit) I attended the party with Rose three years ago, and let me tell you there's nothing about that party that screams charity.

What she does is, invite her stupid book club members, and talk all day about the poor choices of clothes worn by children in orphanage homes.

"I know that but, I need you. It gets so boring without you" Rose carried on whining. "We do this every year Rose. I'm not attending your mum's party. I'm sorry. You'll survive without me. Plus, Lucressia is attending no?" I asked, chuckling at the face she made.

"You're such a bad friend" she grunted, picking up the Menu and glancing through it, looking for something to order. "I know I know" I chuckled, mimicking her actions.

"Good morning, my name is Marco and I'll be attending to your table this morning" a voice sounded. I looked up to meet the blue big eyes of a very cute waiter.

"Hi Marco, I would like an expresso to start" Rose purred, staring dreamily at the waiter. "And you Miss?" He asked, directing his attention to me. I rolled my eyes at Rose's desperate attempts and answered; "I would love a Macchiato, thank you" i said

"Alright, it'll be ready in 10. Excuse me." He said, walking away from our table.

"He was totally checking you out Mel" Rose squealed, looking at me with wide eyes. "Uh no he wasn't. He's not even my type to be honest." I said honestly, I don't do good and nerdy boys, and looked like one. "Ugh whatever." she grunted, resuming her food search on the menu.