PSPA

10

"Come and change my life, come and you change it." - The Giornalisti

BENEDETTA'S POV:

"Mascara! I forgot my mascara!" I blurt out rummaging in the cosmetic bag, I was sure I put it in here.

I'm all dressed up and made up, I just can't go home now, damn it!

"Alii!!" I shout still not finding my mascara.

"What happens??" Alice asks running into the bathroom.

"I forgot my mascara!" I pout.

I bet Viviana got it for me, that little witch pays for it.

"And you make this mess for a mascara?" Ali mutters, handing me his and going back to applying the red dye I chose for tonight. Heavy artillery coming out.

I grab it and smile at her. "Thanks, you're the best!" I start by turning the hood.

Ali winks at me and comes out of the bathroom and says, "Hurry up, we're late."

I quickly apply mascara and looking at myself one last time in the mirror, I leave the bathroom careful with my trampolines.

I plan to crawl home because of the pain in my feet, I forgot to bring a change of shoes. I only have my ridiculous pink slippers.

"This beige dress looks amazing on you" says Ali making me blush, it's silk with straps and has a plunging neckline in the back. Let's say my back is completely bare, I got it on sale for an evening on the beach, but never wore it because I was too ashamed.

Tonight, however, I feel brave. No, that's not true. I hope with all my heart I don't meet him, he'll think I put myself up for him, which is absolutely true.

"And how am I?" Aldo asks turning around.

I shake my head and look his dark hair in the air, the very light green eyes, the eyebrow piercing that gives him a rough look together with the leather jacket, the jaw defined by the absence of beard, the dark blue shirt unbuttoned slightly which shows off the muscles on his chest, the beige trousers and the amphibians on his feet.

The girls fell at his feet even when we were little, I can't imagine now.

"We are also coordinated" I point out.

"True, you did it on purpose?" he replies, winking at me.

"Asshole" I cool him by putting my hair on my back, less and less convinced of this dress, but now it's too late.

"Stop it you two, we have to go!" Ali exclaims as he opens the door. I grab my cell phone and, giving myself one last look in the mirror, I go out too.

"Easy," I whisper as we walk down the stairs.

I had told ammi that we would be doing something peaceful at Ali's house, she has no idea about our crazy plan.

We silently go down the stairs and reaching the gate, we finally leaving the residence. I expect a car or at least a taxi that will take us directly to the disco, but I find nothing.

"Who are we going with?" I ask really confused, it's pitch dark outside.

"It's two minutes from our house! We can even walk there," Ali informs us of her ingenious plan.

"Are you kidding? I have very high heels on my feet! I can barely stand in them, I knew I should have stayed at home" she huffed in frustration.

"Should I have called a taxi to turn the corner? Hang on, we're almost there" Alice says, turning right and ignoring my protests.