I was so excited I could hardly concentrate on the homework in front of me. My mom was out of town for a few days, and tonight was the night—Beyoncé was coming over. Just the thought of it made my heart race. No more stolen glances in the hallway or rushed kisses in hidden corners of school. Tonight, I had her all to myself.
I glanced down at the pink sundress I had chosen, the one with white lace lining the edges. Underneath, I wore delicate white lingerie, something I had picked out just for her. I was trying to finish my last piece of homework, but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting to how amazing the evening was going to be.
I didn’t even hear the door open downstairs, or Liz, the housekeeper, showing Beyoncé inside. But then there was a soft knock at the door, and Liz’s familiar voice called out, “Nicki, you have company.”
I looked up, and there she was. Beyoncé stood behind Liz, smiling shyly, her hand raised in a little wave. My heart skipped a beat as I grinned, standing up from my desk. She looked incredible, of course—her outfit was perfectly chic, dark brown pants that hanged loose on her hips and long legs, paired with black YSL heels. She wore an oversized blazer, but nothing underneath except a golden rhinestoned bra that sparkled under the soft light. Her blonde waves cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She looked like a dream.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, leaning in for a quick peck on my lips. I caught the scent of her perfume, something expensive and intoxicating that made me want to pull her closer.
As she pulled away, Beyoncé reached behind her, revealing a Louis Vuitton shopping bag. “I got you something,” she said, flashing me a playful grin.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I can’t take that,” I said, even though curiosity bubbled inside me.
“Why not?” she teased, stepping further into the room. “I saw it, and it made me think of you. It’ll fit you perfectly.”
I chuckled, feeling flattered but also a little shy. “You do know I don’t need your gifts or money, right? I just need you.”
She sighed dramatically, clutching her chest as if I’d hurt her feelings. “Well, I’m flattered too, but now you’re hurting my feelings by not taking it. So please, just take the damn bag.”
I laughed, shaking my head before giving in and grabbing the bag. When I pulled the box from inside and opened it, my breath caught in my throat. There, nestled in tissue paper, were the most beautiful pink and red Louboutins I had ever seen.
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“Oh my God,” I gasped, staring at them in awe. “These are so pretty!”
Beyoncé smiled, satisfied. “See? I knew you’d like them.”
