𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1

~Chapter 4~

                                                                                         Leonor

Text Message from Sofia

Sofia: girl where r u

Leonor: in my room?!

Sofia: hurry up mom and dad want to leave soon

Leonor: ok

Sofia: u excited or nah

Leonor: sure am

Sofia: not as excited as me fr

Leonor: yup

Sofia: be quick they are leaving in 10 minutes

Leonor: wtv

     Today is the day. The day I would be attending my first soccer game. I was a little excited, I'll admit. After receiving Sofia's text, I slung myself out of my bed and dragged my feet to my closet. The only soccer shirt I had was a Spanish national team one. It would have to do until I got my hands on a real one.

     I brushed my hair, pulled it into my signature high ponytail, and slicked it back. I pulled on the shirt, a pair of denim wash jean shorts and some white sneakers. I put on my favorite gold necklace and a matching pair of golden hoops. I applied a thin coat of makeup and a light spritz of perfume. Gucci to be exact.

     When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was greeted by Sofia. She was wearing her jersey and a cute pair of black athletic shorts. She was wearing sandals, and her toenails were painted royal blue.

     "I'm so excited!" She squealed, jumping up and down like a little kid. I was happy to see her so enthused.

     Our parents emerged from their chambers, both sporting matching Barcelona jersey. My mother had braided her hair, and my father had sunglasses perched on the top of his head.

     "Ready to go?" My father asked.

     "Sure am," Sofia exclaimed happily.

     The game was set to start at 7 PM, and it was currently 10 AM. We had to leave early enough to get to the stadium. Barcelona was quite a drive from Madrid.

     We hopped into the limo, me and Sofia taking our seats in the back. She took a couple of pictures out of the window, and I did as well. Something to add to my Instagram later this evening.

     The drive was very slow. Tons of traffic littered the streets, and the driver kept cursing under his breath in Spanish.

     By the time we left the city boundaries, it was nearly noon. It had taken forever. It was nearly a 7 hour drive to Barcelona, so we were already tight on time.

     I think I took a nap, because when I woke up I felt groggy. Sofia was shaking me excitedly.

     "We're here!" She shouted in my ear.

     I cringed at her voice volume and turned my sleepy eyes to face the window. The bustling city of Barcelona greeted me. It was sure beautiful, with the Mediterranean Sea on one side of the land.

     The closer we got into the city, the more traffic we were met with. A car passed us that had a Barcelona sticker on the back, and another one had words written in red and blue ink on the windows. A young girl was carrying an array of balloons on the sidewalk.