𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙖: 𝗕.𝗘 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

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𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢: penelopeDanceLife , 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝙿•𝙾•𝚅

" 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲, 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 " Y/n softly said while she tried to steady my breathing

We were on our way to the Met Gala for the first time, my heart was racing at just the thought of it. Frightened that I did horrible with the theme even though in the back of my mind I knew I was fine.

" 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 " She reassured me

I nod my head, still not being able to speak. Panic continues to run through my body as my breathing gets heavier. Tears run down my cheek causing me to hold Y/n tightly.

She holds me as she tries to get me to do some breathing exercises. Trying my best, I calm down a bit, my body still shaking and my anxiety still rocketing through the roof.

" 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 " She placed a hand under my chin and brought my gaze to her, which caused my body instantly relax

" 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 " She complimented

I smiled at the comment; even though I probably look like a mess right now, she still found a way to make me feel beautiful

" 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗴𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 " I laugh finally feeling the confidence rise up

I straighten myself up, retouch my makeup quickly and hope for the best for my first Met Gala

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎 ✍︎︎
𝗵𝗲𝘆... 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗢, 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥