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Chapter Twelve: Fake It 'til You Make It
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Noa & Alita's Room UCONN, STORRS, CONNETICUT
Noa was somewhat looking forward to her media training today—Which was something she never thought she would say, but instead of her usual dread, overcame a sense of excitement. She couldn't quite put her finger on why, she was also still recovering from a splitting headache the alcohol in her system had left behind. To say she didn't remember much would have been an understatement, but the bits she did seem to recall, she deeply wish she hadn't.
If there was one thing her PR manager, Nic had taught her, it was to never let yourself be so intoxicated you embarrass yourself in a public setting. But surely, given her circumstances, Nic would agree it was a situation worth a few more than usual, right? Well, Noa can ask him herself when she gets there... with Paige.
"Pick her up with Keagan after practice at 1 and you'll meet Nic and his team at the label at 1:30. Pick up food on the way, I'm sure Paige would appreciate lunch." was what Roy said in a text message. He was off working his usual Roy magic at whatever schedule Noa was to have in her future, but he was adamant on the woman picking Paige up from practice every single time they had to do something together. "Brace yourself. Today is going to be a rather affectionate session." was all he said before he went offline.
So now, here she was, getting ready to leave the house after receiving a text from Keagan.
The moment she opened the door, she nearly bumped into somebody's broad chest. Taken aback, she stumbled a couple steps backwards, looking up in question before a look of utter horror and embarrassment washed over the scowl twisted on her face.
"Surprise, superstar." the blonde snickered, a smirk evident on her face. She held up a plastic bag, it was emitting the most delicious aroma. "I brought a gift."
"What're you doing here? I thought we were coming by the facility to pick you up." Noa questioned, picking the bag from her hands. "Aren't you supposed to still have like fifteen minutes left of practice right now?"
