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• Nadia's POV • ♫ Break The Ice - Britney.
All the girls agreed to get ready together in my room.
I had little say in the matter.
I've seen more bare breasts, fake eyelashes and powdered brushes in the last hour than I care to count. There is so much energy in the room I feel like my brain could cave in at any second.
Honestly I never minded much whether Nat and Wanda came in here, or my girls, or a lot of the others I have become better acquainted with in the last hour as they stroll around my room, care-free and in various stages of being dressed, but I can feel Sharon's eyes watching my every movement. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Like my every decision is being dissected.
The majority of the boys are down on Tony's floor getting ready as well, apart from one. My introverted next-door neighbour who's music I can hear through the walls like the echo of a lonely megaphone. Lyrics I know so well because they are the lyrics of the song I told him was my favourite only a few weeks ago, that single night that we spent together. The muffling had made it hard to hear, but as the song reaches its end I hear my favourite lines -
I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you.
"He's such a cutie" I hear Sharon's voice for the first time since she arrived, right behind the space above my shoulder. "He just loves old music y'know? But you're so young, I bet you've never even heard that one" she adds in a condescending tone, laced and cleverly covered with artificial kindness. "It was a big hit in his day."
"Billie Holiday? I think I've heard it once or twice" I turn my neck, looking over at her with the most wholesome smile I can manage. I try not to let it get to me, I know who I am - not the uncultured, 'woke' child she clearly thinks I am. I've seen more of the world at twenty-four than she ever will in all her years, but I'm here for something much more important than a catty power struggle over a boy, and I immediately get the feeling that's where this is going. What makes her think that someone who's lived the life I have would have time for that shit?
I had just about made it out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel when one the girls burst into the bathroom, dragged me out and thrust a glass into my hand. I'd certainly never turn down free alcohol.
Nat has her own music playing through my speakers and I had mainly been sitting with her and another agent called Maria while the three of us applied our makeup, until Sharon joined us to make that comment.
