Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
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"And in the name of God, I hereby cleanse this place of 'he-who-shall not-be-named'." Sam mocked a deep voice, probably trying to pretend to be a priest while Nikki waved her incense in the air as if she was carrying around a magic wand.
"All right, we've burnt all of his stuff, changed all your sheets, done everything you couldn't and redecorated anything we possibly could. What else?" Reina asked when I shrugged, looking around my small yet cosy living room.
"Seems fine to me." I said and plopped down onto the couch, my friends following the action.
"So." Nikki started off, looking at all of us with a mischievous glint in her eye while I narrowed my eyes at her.
"No, Nikki. I mean it." I warned but she just smiled sheepishly.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." She fake-pouted.
"It's practically written all over your face, Nik, you're really bad at this hiding stuff." Lola bumped her shoulder while Nikki pursed her lips in annoyance.
"Never mind." She mumbled, swinging her feet up onto the couch and tucking them under her legs.
"When are we leaving?" I asked after a few moments of silence and everyone grunted and groaned.
"My driver's on the way to pick us up, and Tony's on his way to get you girls." Reina said, scrolling through her phone and I nodded, getting up from my place and towards my bedroom.
"Are you getting dressed?" Sam's voice came through the open door and I yelled out a yes.
"—you're so Australian." Reina said as they walked into my room.
"That's because I am Australian, genius." Sam flicked her nose playfully and Reina scowled.
"Better get over with it already." I said as they all filed into my room and settled.
"Well then, I should get started on getting ready too." Sam sighed before getting up and pulling out her clothes from the garment bag.
"I'm using the guest bathroom, I need a shower." She muttered before disappearing behind the room door while Nikki went to get changed in my bathroom. I had already showered and just had to do everything else.
"Can I make your hair?" Lola offered and I smiled in agreement, getting seated in front of my dresser packed with all kinds of accessories that the Azalea Larau needed, not just Azalea, or Azzy, or Lea. Ms. Larau.
Lola curled my hair just right, not too loose and not too tight, perfectly round little spirals draped over my shoulders and back and pinned to the side with a fancy clip my uncle had gifted me.
