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47 - The Stolen Date

VALENTINA'S POV

"What are you doing!?"

I turn around with wide eyes and see Chelsey standing behind me with her hands on her hips in and her narrowed eyes trained on me.

She strode towards me and snatched the makeup remover off the table and grabbed my chin to wipe off my messily laid makeup on my face "I'm officially your makeup assistant." she mumbled and starts to work her magic.

Currently, every girl in our group was getting ready for prom night at Leila's house. Getting dressed up, singing along to songs. It was like I was living a dream, a dream I've always had.

Chelsey finished my makeup and I'm told to open my eyes I gasped when I did. She did a smooth smoky eye that added to the deep red lipstick I had on that matched my red dress.

I turned and hopped off the vanity chair and went to all the other girls who were taking photos of themselves, all whilst Leila was lying on her bed and typing something on her phone and just as I glanced at her, she switches her gaze away from me.
I went up to her bed and lay next to her, still careful not to mess up my newly waved hair.

"What're you doing?" I ask, glancing over to her phone to see a paragraph but she pulls away before I could read any of it. She looks at me with guilt in her eyes then waves her hands.

"It's just a documentary of how awesome this night's going to be!" she says enthusiastically but I just eye her suspiciously before nodding and going on my phone to pass time, only noticing the more typing Leila started to do.

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Soon enough the time of prom was starting, and everyone had finished completing their looks we were just waiting for a car to arrive outside and take us to the venue.

The wind was cool, and I shiver as another breeze blows past and hug me from the cold. The others do the same, but we stop and wave to the headlights we saw coming, hoping it was for us, only for the others to drop their hands as they see a black, luxurious limousine pulling up beside us.

As the driver pulled his window down, we looked at each other confused, wondering why such a posh car was in front of us but once I made eye contact with the escort, I knew this was his doing.

"Here to pick up Valery, Leila, Ally and Chelsey?" he asks, and they all nod wearily, I just glare at the man.

My phone buzzes and I look down at the illuminated screen. Speak of the devil.

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Your lover

Enjoy the ride, Angel.

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How did he even make a contact on my phone?

I scoff, a bit too loudly and turn to my friends to see that they were looking at me, confused.

I quickly shrugged my shoulders and start to walk toward the limousine. "We may as well arrive in style," I say casually trying to get them to come along and sure enough, they did and followed me into the car.

Soon after the car started, and we were off to prom. Chelsey and Ally had gotten over the fact of being in a random limousine, but I could see that Leila was still a bit conscious.

"Do you have anyone as your date tonight?" I ask Leila, trying to distract her but her mood dimmed as I asked.

"Nope, nobody asked," she said sadly and put her head down. I frowned seeing her like this and put my hand on her shoulder.