Preciosa

chapter 4

Valerie

His smile, it made me get butterflies in my stomach.

I quickly take a step back making sure he wouldn't be able to see me.

What is this feeling?

Am I falling in love?

Or maybe I'm thinking too much. It's just a little crush. Nothing major.

I flop into my bed and let out a yawn.

I should ask for his number or is that too sudden? What if he doesn't like me?

Thoughts run back and forth through my mind.

I want to touch his hair, and his face. Just the thought of touching just a bit of him makes me feel-

I cut off my own thoughts by banging my head onto my pillow.

I'm such a weirdo. Why would I say something like that?

A grumble leaves my lips and I turn onto my side, burying my face into my pillow.

My pillow is there for me.

But I wish he was.

My body starts to relax and my mind starts to drift away, my eyelids grow heavy.

NEXT DAY

I slowly began to wake up, my eyes fluttering open as I sat up. I took in a deep breath, my morning hair being all scruffy and messy. My mind reminding me of the previous night, trying to ignore all the butterflies in my stomach.

What order do people get ready in?

Outfit, hair, makeup?

Reluctantly, I got off my bed, standing in-front of my wardrobe, finding a suitable attire for work.

But of course I could wear anything I wanted, thanks to me being my bosses favourite employee.

With a soft sigh, I sat facing a mirror, brushing out my rather long hair. My hair was a deep caramel brown, the texture of my hair soft and wavy. I neatly styled my hair into a half-up half-down hairstyle, curling my ends too.

I turn to my side, scanning my necklace collection that is on my dresser.

I always loved jewellery.

Even as a kid, before my parents got divorced, I use to always play dress up with my mother's expensive jewellery such as necklaces and earrings.

I grab a gold necklace and put it on along with clipping on my earrings onto my ear.

I still don't know whether I am a gold or silver girl.

But to be fair, I think I'm a gold girl. Mostly because of how expensive gold is compared to silver.

I spray my signature scent. My perfume filling the room.

This is definitely the best part of getting ready.

I make my way down the stairs, putting on my shoes, a sense of dread now filling me as I actually have to go back to do work.