Chapter 2

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Astoria's pov:

 I walk in to my penthouse floor and drop my bag on the bed which was already made up.Since it is already 11pm and I have to get up early in the morning i put on my silk pj and climb into the master king size bed,right as my head hits the pillow i drift of into a dreamless sleep 

Since it is already 11pm and I have to get up early in the morning i put on my silk pj and climb into the master king size bed,right as my head hits the pillow i drift of into a dreamless sleep 

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THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day.I put on a pair of socks and crocs (cause who wears crocs without socks) and head to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.I make myself some eggs on toast with coffee while watching mean girls.Once i'm done i wash my plate and cup and head to my bathroom to take a shower.

after i got out of the shower i rub some body butter all over myself and get ready for the day 

after i got out of the shower i rub some body butter all over myself and get ready for the day 

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hairstyle

hairstyle

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outfit 

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outfit 


once i'm done i grab my bag and head out the door 

I walk out of the hotel and walk to my private parking where i get into my audi r8 and I drive to the starbucks drive thru where i order my favorite drink a pink drink with an extra scoop of strawberries and lite ice(this is my actual starbucks dr...

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I walk out of the hotel and walk to my private parking where i get into my audi r8 and I drive to the starbucks drive thru where i order my favorite drink a pink drink with an extra scoop of strawberries and lite ice(this is my actual starbucks drink)

I walk out of the hotel and walk to my private parking where i get into my audi r8 and I drive to the starbucks drive thru where i order my favorite drink a pink drink with an extra scoop of strawberries and lite ice(this is my actual starbucks dr...

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Once i get my drink i drive to stade de France to go talk to the organizers of the world cup final because i was asked to perform the pre match show for the springboks vs all blacks  in the rugby world cup final 

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Once i get my drink i drive to stade de France to go talk to the organizers of the world cup final because i was asked to perform the pre match show for the springboks vs all blacks  in the rugby world cup final 

20 MINUTES:

I step out of my car and head inside the stadium where i am met with not only the organizers but the entire all blacks and springboks teams practicing

"Hey your Astoria am i right?" a voice behind me says."Hi yes thats me i'm guessing your  the director of the world cup" i say as i turned arond to be met with the director,Jacques Nienaber  and Scott Robertson "Hi yes im Richard waltons ( not a real person) and this is Jacques Nienaber and Scott Robertson the head coaches for the All blacks and the Springboks"

I shake hands with all of them when right as i was about to talk something hits me on the back of the head  

I turn around and i see who the culprit was.....

words:524 

a/n : hey guys that was the 2nd chapter and i am dying of cringe. I am so bad at writing so please bear with me 

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