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Chapter Fifteen: Billie Motherfucking O'Connell
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Pavilion Hotel NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK 22 September, 2023
The moment Noa woke up, she was swept into a make-up chair. Roy was in the background barking random orders at Jill's minions and the make-up artists. When it was nearing noon, and with room service food in her stomach, Noa was nearly ready. She was dressed in a mute black dress, and in a dry leaning bag was an extra body suit Jill had prepared for her in preparation for the afterparty. It was racy, with leather straps that buckled in openings on her chest. The fabric hugged her curves, catching the light with every movement, and Paige found herself momentarily speechless when she walked out into the living room of the suite. Her heart drowned the other sounds of the room as Noa's staff cheered. She admired the way the soft waves of Ariana's hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in the most breathtaking way.
"Who's this. What'd you do with the usual Noa?" Paige mmh said, her voice low, a playful grin tugging at her lips as she leaned over to kiss Noa's cheek before. "Because you're looking absolutely amazing tonight."
Noa clicked her tongue, shoving the player's shoulder. She took a brief moment to eye Paige in her Louis suit, before rolling her eyes. "Very funny, Bueckers," she teased, her fingers lingering on the UConn player's arm before she began thanking her team.
Paige's eyes scanned the singer up and down, her tongue poking against her inner-cheek.
"Great. Keagan will be by to pick the both of you up soon. The event runs from around one till late since the both of you are attending the party... Oh, Nic told me to remind you of your PR training and the team's instructions when you're on the carpet, Noa." Roy recited off a list on his phone, "Other than that, Yolanda and I will be off to the side managing the press and any other issues. Are you guys ready?"
"Born ready," Paige said, "Don't I look fly?"
Noa spun on her heel, stepping towards the bathroom and away from the blonde admiring herself in the mirror by the door. The team took some photos of Noa's look, before they gradually dispersed. Roy and Yolanda tasked themselves with grabbing a snack before they had a long afternoon of managing. The faux couple was left to wait for their ride alone.
