How to be loved

33 - Bestfriends!

HOW TO BE LOVED

33 – Bestfriends!

Freen's POV

After the waiter served our order, Becky slid an envelope across the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and a playful smile on her lips.

I raised my eyebrows, curiosity tugging at me as I reached for the envelope. "What's this?" I asked, my voice laced with intrigue.

"Open it," she urged, giggling softly, her excitement barely contained.

I carefully opened the envelope, revealing an elegant, embossed invitation card. As I scanned the text, my breath caught—an invitation to walk in the London Fashion Week Fashion Show, addressed to me. My heart skipped a beat as the significance of the invitation sank in.

I looked up at Becky, my eyes wide with astonishment. "Is this for real?" I asked, disbelief and excitement swirling in my voice.

She chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "It's absolutely real," she confirmed, her tone brimming with pride and excitement. "You've been chosen by the company to walk for Fendi at the London Fashion Show next month." She paused for effect before adding with a proud smile, "And Fendi, by the way, is owned by Armstrong Multinational."

I was momentarily speechless, the weight of the opportunity hitting me like a wave. "London Fashion Week?" I echoed, still trying to wrap my head around it. "This is huge, Becky. I—I don't even know what to say."

Becky's smile softened, her excitement now tinged with warmth. "You deserve this, Freen. You've worked so hard, and this is just the beginning. The company sees your potential, and so do I."

I felt a rush of gratitude and pride, not just for the opportunity but for the support Becky was giving me. "Thank you," I finally managed to say, my voice filled with sincerity. "This means so much to me. And the fact that you're the one telling me... it makes it even more special."

Becky reached across the table, placing her hand on mine. "I'm really happy for you, Freen. And I can't wait to see you on that runway, representing our brand in one of the biggest fashion events in the world."

The thought of walking the runway in London sent a thrill through me, but with it came a sudden wave of nervousness. "Will you be there?" I asked, my voice betraying the mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling inside.

"Do you want me to be there?" she replied, her smile both teasing and tender.

"Y-yes, if... if possible," I stammered, feeling a sudden shyness creep in. "But of course, if you can't, I would und—"

"I'll make it happen," Becky interrupted, her tone firm and reassuring, cutting through my uncertainty.

Before I could fully process her words, my excitement took over. "Wahhh! Thank you!" I exclaimed, unable to contain myself. Without thinking, I jumped up, wrapping her in a tight hug, and in a spontaneous burst of joy, I planted a quick peck on her lips.

We both froze, the air between us suddenly thick with surprise. My eyes widened, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "I—I'm s—" I began, but before I could finish, Becky silenced me with a gentle yet decisive pull, her lips meeting mine in a kiss.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, our lips parted. It was brief it felt so great. If I'm being honest, I wanted more. But I know I couldn't.

Becky leaned back, a playful smirk on her face. "Now that's fair, so you won't apologize," she said, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and affection.

"Beckyyyyyyy!" I blinked, still processing what had just happened. The warmth of her kiss lingered on my lips, and I could feel my heart racing, my thoughts a whirlwind.