𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝
A heartbroken Arab supermodel who suffers from bad mental health, but forces herself to be confident in front of the public eye.
𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯
Heartless Russian mafia heir who's a famous boxer; which he uses to cove...
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𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝
⸝⸝: જ⁀➴
After only ten minutes of rest i got up to get ready. I put on a black Versace dress and tripped putting on my Saint Laurent heels while heading out the door because apparently to Rome we were late.
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭
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I hate being rushed. It ruins my mood and makes me not want to go at all. Because look good feel good.
As we were headed outside we can see paparazzi waiting right in front of our hotel. Romano didn't even let me get one last look in the Mirror. Dickhead. I'm so used to this at this point.
We get into the car covering our eyes because of all the flashing lights.
I obviously have the best music taste so i connect my phone to one of Romano's limo, and start playing The Weeknd. Me and Ava start taking selfies because i need something to share with my fans. Did i mention how sexy Ava looks with her pink Oh Polly dress? Which compliments her dirty blonde hair so well.
We arrive to a club that's in the middle of a crowded street in Paris and may i say that i have never drank, smoked, done drugs, done anything that a non sober person does, and i am also a virgin. What am i even supposed to do here?
Before exiting the limo i ask "Wait. Rome we are underage how are we going to get in?" I had no idea he was bringing us to a club i would have never came if i knew. "Oh don't you worry about that" Romano says while handing us fake ID's. I should have knew he had thought of something.
Partying is what Romano does for a living.
As soon as i step inside after getting pass the bouncer and paparazzis my social anxiety goes up and out the roof. The smell of alcohol and weed stings my nose.
