Victoria Jade Greenwood, a girl born in Madrid who dreamed of working in football since she was a kid, finally gets the big opportunity to settle as an sports director. However, she has to deal with public criticism for being a girl in football. In...
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"What do you think I should wear?" I asked Niall.
All of the few clothes I've brought to Blackpool are placed on my bed right now. I can't decide what I should wear for my meeting with Emma.
I'm standing next to a standing mirror we have in our room, with my pyjamas on, looking at my clothes. Niall is sitting on his bed, just listening to my indecisive thoughts.
"Any of those are more than alright." Niall replied.
"I know. But what do you think she will wear? Will she be too formal? Maybe not?" I said.
"Why do you care?" Niall asked. "You're going to be the most beautiful woman alive whatever you wear." He winked.
"Oh, shut up." I laughed, even though I love when he compliments me like that. "I'm being serious. Is the blazer too much?"
"I don't think so. But I'm not a fashion expert." He said.
"I'll wear it with the black jeans just in case. A full suit may be too much." I said.
"Sounds good." He said.
"Are you going to agree with everything I say?" I smiled.
"Maybe." He smiled back.
"You're not helping me with that." I said, with a smirk on my face.
"I promise you will look amazing with that." He told me.
"I'm going to put it on and then you tell me what do you think, okay?" I asked him.
"Sure." He said.
I got in the bathroom and changed to the beige blazer I told Niall about, with a white shirt underneath, black slim jeans, and black low heels. I look good. At least I think I do.
I got out of the bathroom with my outfit on, and by the look on Niall's face when he saw me, I'd say he liked it too.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"Woah." Was all he said.
"I'm guessing that means you like it." I smirked while I looked at myself in our room's mirror.
"You look soooo good." He smiled.
"Thank you, gentleman." I smiled, looking at him this time. "I'm going to do my hair and then I'm ready."
"Great." He replied.
He was already dressed, he looked great. He was wearing a black buttoned shirt, with the first two buttons undone, beige trousers, and a pair of black moccasins. His coat and cap were on his bed, next to where he was sitting. His sunglasses were hanging on his shirt.
I let my hair down, I just straightened it up a bit, even though it's already naturally straight.
Once my hair was done, I grabbed my coat and sunglasses, and then we both left the hotel.
