You are a young aspiring designer, your father is one of the heads of Dior. You moved to Paris from Manchester for his job. You have everything you could ever wish for, and more but deep down you wanna work for something that is only yours and in th...
Saturday afternoon, we are getting ready with B. Doing our make up, picking outfits and a bit of pre-drinks. Something in the air tells me it's going to be a great night.
"What time is Thilo picking us up?" I asked.
"In 30 minutes," she answered.
We quickly got dressed and ended up in two different but beautiful looks. I dressed formally in a vintage Chanel skirt and jacket paired with a casual crop top and jewellery to match. On the other hand, B brought out her edginess with black leather trousers, a lacy top, a cropped jacket, and accessories to match.
"We look bomb," I said as I admired us in the mirror.
"For sure," she agreed.
*message notification*
"It's Thilo," she said, "his downstairs, let's go."
"Alright," I said, grabbed the present we got for Bruna, and we went downstairs.
We got into his beautiful car, and I have to thank God he was driving or else I would have been the most enormous 3rd wheel on earth! But still, I love them together, and so far, he makes her very happy.
In a few moments, we arrived at Pur' - Jean-François Rouquette, a very fancy restaurant known for its fantastic food. We walked in, and the restaurant was empty but pleasantly decorated and playing some slow Brazilian songs.
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"Did he rent out the restaurant for her?" B asked.
"It's Neymar," I said, "if anyone can do it, it's him."
We walked to the centre of this oval structure in the room, and there they were—Ney, Bruna, and some of the usual PSG players with their partners. I greeted everyone, then B, Thilo, and I sat on the end of the table, with Presnel next to me and B in front of me with her boo.
Moments later, three guys walked in and greeted Ney and Bruna as the conversation grew. The moment I laid my eyes on them, they widened, and my jaw dropped.
"Is everything okay?" B whispered across the table.
"That's... that's.." I tried to speak but couldn't, so I took a deep breath, leaned closer to her and aggressively whispered, "that's Paul Pogba, Marcus Rashford and Jesse Lingard! Man United players!"
"From England? What are they doing here?" She asked.
"We are playing them in a few days," Thilo clarified.
"That's cool," she said, "I have never seen her this star-stuck."
I didn't even care about her comment and was fixated on the fact that I was looking at some of the best players Manchester United has. They began to walk together to the end of the table and greeted the other players along the way.
Marcus sat next to me once they got to the end, following Jesse and Paul.
"Hello," he greeted me, and I was frozen. I had met other players and celebrities before but not non from my very own club, so I was very much excited by this moment.
"Hi," Béatrice greeted to break the ice, "don't mind her, she's just a huge fan and is really star struck right now."
I immediately snapped out and admitted, "yes, I am, sorry, how are you?"
He giggled and said, "I'm good and you?"
"I'm good too," I answered.
"So you're a Man U fan?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm from Manchester, so I could only belong to the best club there," I answered.
Presnel cleared his throat, insinuating that it was not valid because the club's rivals, Manchester City, that were quickly getting good.
"Don't even," I said to Presnel, then turned back to Marcus, "but it truly is an honour to meet you."
"Just ignore him," Marcus said, "it's great to meet you too."
We spent a while talking, and he was charming. He even asked a lot about me and what I was doing in Paris and not back home.
"Salut! (Hello!)" Someone yelled, coming into the restaurant. The person got closer, and it was Kylian holding a girl's hand.
They greeted Ney and Bruna, then everyone else and sat next to Thilo. For some reason, today, Kylian was acting weird. He didn't greet me or look at me. I didn't mind and assumed that it was his ex or current girlfriend.
Nevertheless, the dinner started, and we all began to indulge in a five-course dinner, where each course was better than the last. When we finished, the conversation kept following along with the drinks.
"Something tells me we are not going home after this," B stated as she sipped her drink.
Bruna came to sit in between B and the mystery girl who was Kylian, "I'm glad you know that we are officially going out after this!"
"I'm down," I said.
"Me too, if you guys don't mind," Marcus said, "I never went out in Paris."
"Of course, you can," I said, and before I knew it, Presnel, Jesse, Kylian and but not his mystery girl.
"Then I guess we are going," Neymar said.
"Where exactly?" Bruna asked.
"Today is your day, meu amor, (my love,)" he answered, "I'll take care of everything."
We wrapped up the dinner and left to the cars that swiftly took us to L'Arc. The most exclusive club in Paris. It is generally tough to get in, but they will always make space since Paris players want to go.
When we arrived, the place was crawling with paparazzi, so we decided to go in from the back. We made our way up the stairs and were greeted by a grand entrance. The host took us to our table, and the ambience was electric—full of life, good music and dance.
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"This is awesome!" Bruna yelled, and we agreed.
Our table was already filled with bottles, and since we were a bit far from everything, we would relax and go crazy.
"Shot!" Ney shouted, and before we knew it, those who drink were taking shots.
