Limerence-Niccolo Govender

Chapter Eight

THURSDAY, 7:34 PM, HOME

"I can't wear that." I shut Camilla down quickly. "Do you want people to think I'm a slut or something?" I asked her as I huffed and sat on her bed. There was clothes scattered all over the floor.

"Hey! I wore this one time! Are you calling me a slut?" She said and playfully hit my shoulder.

She was holding a sparkly,silver,short dress. She had been trying to convince me to wear it for awhile now.

"Cmon, you'll look so hot! It makes the perfect first impression. Your first party in Rome!" She exclaimed.

I sighed and looked at the dress once more. I guess I only lived once. "Fine. I'll wear it." I groaned.

She squealed. "Perfect! Now hurry up and get changed. We still need to do your makeup and hair." She said nonchalantly. Great.

I changed in her closet and came out. She whistled and grinned. "Naomi! You've been hiding these curves from me all this time? You are gonna have so many guys on their knees tonight I swear to god." She gushed as her hands trailed down my body.

I blushed and rolled my eyes. "Let's get started with my makeup and hair before I regret this."

She only did a little makeup, like I requested. Just some mascara,eye liner, eye shadow, and lipstick. I loved the color of the lipstick. It was a soft reddish pink. She then curled my hair and gave me light beach waves. I had to admit, I liked my look a lot. I hadn't got all dressed up like this in awhile. She stood behind me in the mirror and smiled, fluffing my hair out a bit.

"Soooo...what do you think?" She asked quietly with a pleased smile on her lips.

"I love it," I stood up and hugged her. "Thank you so much. I honestly would have no clue what to do without you." I thanked her softly.

I could feel her smile. "It's no problem. I love doing this kind of stuff. It sucked growing up with a brother because I couldn't do any girly stuff like this. But now...I have you." She explained, hugging me tighter. I already wanted to cry.

She then pulled away a bit. She kissed my forehead and smiled. "Don't cry now, you can't ruin your makeup."

We both busted out into laughter. This was a moment I'd never forget.

A little later, I walked out into the living room. Niccolo was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. His eyes drifted to me and they widened. I blushed nervously.

"What do you think? Too slutty?" I asked him softly, doing a little spin for him to see it all. His words were delayed and I was scared. He stood up and gazed down at me.

"No. I'd never use the word 'slutty' to describe you. You look nice." He quietly said. A small grin was plastered on his face. I blushed after his compliment. Everything he said drove me crazy.

"Thank you." I meant to say it loud but it came out as a whisper. He just grinned and shook his head.

"Now, text either of us if you need anything. We'll both keep our phones next to us all night." Camilla told me. She sounded like a mother. "Now go have some fun and don't do drugs." She said, hugging me again. I hugged her back and laughed. She always knew what to say. When she let me go, I turned to Niccolo.

"Ready?" He asked. He was my ride after all.

I nodded my head and grabbed my phone. "Let's go." I sighed.

We walked out to the car and I got in the passenger seat. I was anxious and Niccolo could tell as my knee bounced up and down. He was hesitant to do anything. As he drove, I stared out the window and watched the lights of Rome. It was a beautiful place, I can't lie. But it held so much trouble.