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All morning, the nervous brunette fiddled with a piece of paper, carelessly ripped out of a notebook and carried around with anywhere she went. She had prepared a speech for the opening of her bakery that was a few hours away and in typical Florentine fashion, she avoided it until the very last minute because she was unsure of the wording and if she was ready to talk about something as personal.
Her team and her had been working until late into the night, setting up the dozens of bouquets, goodie bags and other decorations that Florentine had ordered in heaps. The Beaufort girl finally dismissed them around one in the morning and after driving home Marco, who was too shy to admit that he had missed his last bus back to his dorm, Florentine didn't even think of getting any sleep because the beeping of her phone started just as she dropped him off and it didn't stop.
Due to all the stress, her blood sugars had been skyrocketing and she had a hard time trying to get them down. It was not only tearing on her already thinning nerves, it also robbed her off a good nights sleep, seeing as her blood sugar had only started to balance itself out around four in the morning. The girl was convinced that no sleep was better than a few hours that would make her incredibly groggy.
The girl had been pacing around the loft late into the morning, trying to remember the words she had come up with a few hours prior when she finally decided on showering as the sun was starting to rise. The piece of paper with her speech hastily scribbled onto it was placed in front of her, stuck to to her mirror with some tape, as she tried to curl her freshly dyed hair.
She was still getting used to the ginger she has been sporting for a few days now. It was another one of those last minute decisions she made in her nervous state, but she took Brad with her for good measure. He was a fan of the idea and supported her when they barged in at the hair salon belonging to a mutual friend. All three of them decided that ginger would be the plan and it really suited her.
As she repeated some of the sentences over and over, Florentine burned herself on her curling iron, letting out a string of french curse words as she placed her thumb in her mouth, deciding that her hair was done right then and there.
The party was to start at 3PM and by twelve, Florentine was still in her bathing robe, sitting at her kitchen island as she munched on a bunch of vegetables and some scrambled eggs. She would not risk another high blood sugar when she fought against one the entire night so she was enjoying her pitiful, but still nourishing breakfast with her phone nowhere in sight.
The girl hadn't touched her phone in over twelve hours, not wanting to loose herself in all the messages and social media exposure.
Up until the night prior, Florentine was ecstatic and excited for the opening, but now she was dreading it, afraid of the attention on her and her business. Her father, who was trying to help his daughter out, had notified her off some journalists he had send to report about the opening, not knowing it was exactly the thing she did not want to happen.
