𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1

~Chapter 5~

                                                                                          Leonor

     "Oh my gosh!" Sofia screamed in my ear.

     "What is your problem?" I yelled, angrily shoving her. We were sitting in our hotel room in Barcelona. It was decent sized, with two queen beds and a living space big enough to be a separate bedroom.

     "Look!" She yelled again, practically shaking with happiness. I had to grab her phone from her just to see what she was showing me.

     "Barcelona is sending us both custom jerseys!" Sofia squealed, this time standing up and jumping around in excitement. I couldn't help but smile at her actions.

     She showed me the picture up close. There were two red jerseys, one with her name on the back and one with mine. They were beautiful. Behind the jerseys, the entire team was posing for the picture. Gavi was in the front, not smiling of course.

     "That's pretty cool," I admitted, even though I didn't really care. I would probably never wear the jersey out  in public.

     "It says here that they are being delivered later this week," Sofia read, smiling to herself.

     I nodded, more to myself than to her.

Text Message from Chloe Ortolano

Chloe: hey girl what's up

Leonor: omg hey! wyd?

Chloe: watching soccer haha

Chloe: you should totally go out to eat with me and Gio

Leonor: are you still in Barcelona

Chloe: for one more night yea

Leonor: perfect me and Sofia are down

Chloe: ok, the hatch downtown at 7 alr?

Leonor: we'll be there

Chloe: yay!🫶

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     The restaurant was a good drive from our hotel. Since we didn't have our personal car with us, Mario offered to drive me and Sofia there. Very considerate of him. Our parents didn't mind; they often encouraged us to get out in public.

     I had met Chloe through a modeling program a few years ago. She was American and in a relationship with Gio Reyna, the American soccer player. We had grown very close, and she so happened to be staying in Barcelona over the weekend. Probably on some trip with Gio.

     Mario dropped us off in front of the restaurant. Sofia got out first. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress that complimented her eyes. She had curled her hair and was wearing more makeup than normal. I had settled for a simple yet cute black shirt and cutoff jeans. My hair was down and fluffed slightly.

     I followed Sofia out of the limo and waved to Mario as he pulled away. What a great guy he was.

     Nobody seemed to recognize us as we entered, and I was glad. The media always followed us wherever we went.