𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, olive

❝ i'd never forget you as long as i live. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"Is this really a good idea?" I ask Isabel as I look down to myself.

She's making me wear one of her new collection dresses. It's a little mini lace white dress. See through but double lined on the bust.

"Yes." She smiles, admiring me with excitement. "He invited you to his art gallery. That's literally where you have to wear the most aesthetic clothing."

If Pedri saw me in this he'd kill me. Or rip it off me. Either way, I couldn't care.

"Yeah, okay. I look super hot." I shrug, liking the dress quite a lot. I continue getting ready, grabbing my panty hose with a pair of black ballerinas.

I sit on the edge of my bed as I get dressed, Isabel more comfortably at the back, leg over leg. She has plans for the night too. She's just waiting for her boyfriend to finish up in training.

Music in the background as silence reigns. I too busy getting ready, and she texting on her phone. She's giggling and blushing. Only needs to kick her feet up in the air and she'll be just like a little girl.

"Pablo?" I assume as I head to my newest vanity to start my make up now.

"Yes." She smiles widely, her eyes glued to her phone. I hate that I'm jealous.

I just focus on my make up and finishing up quickly. I'm already late. He told me to be there at nine and it's already nine five.

"What time are u supposed to be there again?" She pasks.

"Nine." I answer casually as if I'm not gonna be an hour late.

"Oh my God! Let me help you." She jumps out of the bed and heads to me. She gets the hair straightener and starts working it while I try to finish my make up simultaneously.

Isabel is a goddamn queen when it comes to hair stuff. And I with make up. I guess that's what makes us a good duo.

We finish me up and I look at myself in the mirror. I'm a model for a reason, no?

"You're beautiful, Liv." She smiles, her hands on my shoulder like a proud mom.

"You're even more." I compliment back, tilting my head back to look up at her. Isabel is a really pretty girl. I'm jealous of her boyfriend.

I finish up, slipping my ballerinas on and switching from a big handbag to a smaller purse, putting in the necessary.

Isa and I share goodbyes before we part and she makes her way back to her boyfriend's apartment and me to my new car.

Taking my first steps in the parking lot, I instantly spot my car. It's gonna be the first time I drive it. I had it delivered here since I couldn't leave Isa's car at the shop earlier.

I unlock it, and get in. It's kind of strange as I get seated properly. I put my bag away on the seat next to me.

I close my eyes for a second. I take a deep breath, the smell of a new car sinking into my nostrils.

The only problem with this car is that, Pedri bought it for me. Which means every single time I'm going to get in it, it'll remind me of him. Just like now.