[BOOK 2] [ONGOING]
❝if you were to describe yourself in one word, what would it be?❞
five years ago she was a quiet, insecure girl. however, five years later she is confident, fierce, and had a multi-billionaire company under her name. they say time...
Today, we visited the museum that we couldn't get to yesterday. It was beautiful but I liked the art exhibition section the most.
All the paintings were beautiful. They all had hidden messages behind them.
Xavier gave me a lot of advice yesterday. He was by my side the whole night until I fell asleep. I told him about the event and the office incident. He advised that I should take the deal and shouldn't mix my feelings with work. He supported that by saying it would be a great way to first earn money but it can go towards the organization that I care deeply about.
I was no contemplating the idea. It was swirling in the back of my mind. But, once the current deals are dealt with and I can actually excuse him in. I will probably take him up on the offer.
I changed out of my clothes and wore a burnt red-colored silk dress with a scoop neck since we were going out for dinner. I curled my hair and left it hanging and put on my Louis Vuitton heels. I put on my usual 'believe' necklace. For makeup, I did light makeup and added some lipgloss.
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I left my room and Xavier was standing near the elevator. "Finally, let's go."
We stepped into the elevator. "They have a party nearby, do you want to go?"
"Sure, why not." I shrugged. I wanted to get drunk for the main part.
Once we left the hotel and we drove to this expensive old restaurant. This was one of the well-known restaurants in Italy and many people rave about their food.
We had already made a booking and so the hostess showed us to our seats. We ordered Italian food. The food was delicious. The pizza made my stomach full to the brim.
I was talking to Xavier when I saw a familiar face. He was sitting on the edge of the booth with his leg popping out and he looked bored out of his mind. I smiled as I saw him rolling his eyes at whatever his tablemates said.
He didn't look in my direction quite yet. His dark brown hair was slicked back. He was wearing a classic black tee with ripped jeans. I wanted to go meet him but I knew better.
I took a sip of my beverage as my eyes kept wandering towards him. My first friend. I tried looking around to see if I could spot Connor but I couldn't find him.
