Luce di Stella • Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 10: Hair

🎶 Style (Taylor's Bersion) — Taylor Swift 🎶

"No, you don't understand! He got a panic attack because of you!" I hissed at my godmother as we were sitting in a bar a few days after my uncle's infamous garden party.
"Because of me? Now you're exaggerating!" she chuckled and I shot her a glare.
"Why did you tell him that I watched him during the match?!" I asked her and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Because I know you better than anyone, better than your mother and better than Dean. You can't hide one single facial expression and I can see you like him" she replied nonchalantly.

I nervously fumbled around with the package of my Iqos and put one inside the device before taking a deep pull that calmed my nerves down a bit.
"Maybe he... sparks some curiosity in me. But that's all and I can't give in to those feelings" I replied, now a bit calmer thanks to smoking. I hated that I was so dependent on that sometimes, but I was just under so much stress.

"Why?!" she asked confusedly.
"Because he's a player, at my club. How do you think that pans out? The press scrutinising every step we both take, what if he transfers? On top of that, he comes from a completely different culture, let alone religion. I just don't see it working in any way" I replied.
"But how does he make you feel?" she asked.

"That's irrelevant when there's more at stake!" I argued but she rolled her eyes.
"Pierre and I-" she started, but I interrupted her.
"Oh shut up about Pierre and you. It's easy for you to talk when the love of your life comes from your same social circle and is a fucking rich Monegasque on top of that" I huffed.
"So you agree that maybe he could be the love of your life?" she asked and wiggled with her eyebrows.

"The check please, it's on me" I told a waiter who passed by.
"I've had enough of this. Allegri scheduled a meeting and I have to go anyways, you can dream about me and my supposed crushes alone" I told her.
"Aw, Bea, no, wait, it's Bibi now, right, or is that only for him?" she teased me again and laughed.
"You're a pain in the ass" I tried to say with a straight face, but had to laugh. I knew she loved me and only wanted what's best for me, but my life wasn't as simple as that, unfortunately.

After paying, we parted ways, with her encouraging me to take a leap and to just enjoy my youth and me rolling my eyes at her for the 84th time that day. I got into my little Abarth and drove to the JTC, where I greeted some people on my way to Allegri's office. I knocked and heard him shout "Come inside" before pushing down the door's handle.

"Ah, perfect, thanks so much for coming, Bea" he said and pointed at the chair across from him at his desk.
"What can I do for you?" I asked and hung up my handbag on the chair's armrest.
"I've heard about your new friendship with Yildiz, through Dean, am I right?" he asked an my hands started sweating. What the hell was this about?!

"Um... yeah?" I mumbled as I nervously looked around the room.
"Perfect. Go to the hairdresser with him. I don't want to send Dean with him because who knows what horrible haircut he might talk him into, boys their age..." he muttered.
"Uh... I'm sorry, what?" I asked confusedly.
"Did you watch the game yesterday?" he asked me and I shook my head. We had played Atalanta yesterday in a friendly, which had ended in a not-so-good 0-0 draw however.
"No, I was at a dinner in London" I replied. It was boring as fuck, some family friend's birthday dinner.

"He touched his hair while he played 64 times, it was painful to watch! And imagine that I subbed him in only at the 72nd minute!" he told me agitatedly.
"And now I have to take him to the hairdresser, because...?" I asked.
"He needs shorter hair, no question. He's not here to produce TikTok content, but to play seriously. You have good taste, you are his friend, you'll make sure he looks alright by tomorrow morning" he replied.