𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐈.

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I heard the alarm ringing.

So I quickly got myself up—

For the club.

When I jumped out of the bed, I almost stumbled just doing so. Running, into the bathroom taking down my very much—messily bun. I let my hair drop to my shoulders to look at myself through the mirror.

I sigh, "time to get ready." I say to myself— I brushed my hair out. I had to also decide what to wear.

Shit.

I ran to my closet to see what I have leftover— I saw a sparkly pink sequenced dress. That was extremely short. Like to my thighs—

Perfect.

I grab the dress by the straps putting it against my body looking at my bigger mirror. "Yeah, definitely going on." I nodded my head.

I slid the dress up my curved body. I fix the choker part around my neck— then I wore a pair of white strapped heels.

Next up, is makeup.

So I went back to the bathroom to do my makeup.

ꕥꕥꕥ

I quickly finished putting my makeup on all over my face.

Now it's— "Elena, get your fine ass out here!"- I jumped from the sudden appearance. I shook my head walking to my front door—

As I opened the door I saw Daniella standing there with her hair curly out, red tight dress, added with black stilettos.

My best friend.

"You look hot!" She squealed taking me in for a hug. "Don't forget about you as well." I tease.

"Why thank you," "let's go start getting drunk and shit." She took my hand to get in the car.

She's excited, isn't she?

As we both got into her car from both sides. I sat down sighing, but in excitement. "You seriously need to let loose and meet a new guy." Daniella murmurs starting up the car.
"Get over the last one and meet a new one." She adds. "I'm not ready for that to happen to me again." "Dante was my first everything"- I explain.

"Doesn't mean you can't love someone new." She says driving down the streets filled with lights.

New York is beautiful— a city you could never get bored of.

Ever.

I rolled my eyes at her response. I look out the window to not finish this conversation.