𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 | ⁿⁱᶜʰᵒˡᵃˢ ᶜʰᵃᵛᵉᶻ

9 | premiere

Six months had flown by, and now it was finally here the premiere of Love Poison. Six months since I'd last seen or spoken to Nicholas, six months of pretending the final kiss scene was just another job, just another role. I'd told myself over and over that it was only acting. But somehow, the memory of that day had lingered longer than I'd expected.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My gown was stunning: black with a sleek silhouette, hugging my figure and draping down elegantly. My hair cascaded in soft waves, and I'd kept my makeup glowy, letting the look feel classic and timeless. It was the kind of outfit that felt powerful a look that reminded me why I loved these moments on the red carpet.

When I arrived at the venue, the energy was electric. Cameras flashed, voices buzzed, and people filled every inch of space, all excited for the premiere.

I stepped out of the car and made my way onto the carpet. Instantly, I was met with the blinding flashes of cameras, and I did my best to pose, smiling and waving to the crowd. Reporters were shouting questions, most of them about the movie, a few about my gown, and more than I'd expected asking about Nicholas and me.

''Tell us, what was it like working with the Nicholas Chavez?'', a reporter asked me.

I chuckled and gave them the answer they wanted to hear instead of the actual truth. ''It was a really great time! He is everything a co-star could dream of.'', I answered with a polite smile.

Then, I felt it. That strange awareness, that instinct telling me when someone's eyes are on you. I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was, just a few feet away.

Nicholas looked ... incredible. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, simple and perfectly fitted, and he had that same intensity in his eyes I remembered so well. He was talking to a reporter but caught my gaze mid sentence, his words faltering slightly before he quickly recovered. His eyes met mine, and for a heartbeat, the noise of the crowd faded.

My breath caught, and I had to remind myself to keep moving. I turned away, focusing on making my way down the carpet, trying to ignore the little excitement I'd felt seeing him again. But even as I walked, I could feel his gaze trailing after me, a reminder of the last time we'd stood face to face.

Eventually, we reached the end of the carpet, where the cast was gathering for photos. Nicholas stepped up beside me, a polite but guarded smile on his face.

''Here we are again, Rivera.'', he said with a low undertone. Looking at me down.

''Missed me that much, Chavez?'', I playfully asked him while looking up to him. He gave me a chuckle and wanted to say something when we got cut off by camera sounds.

We posed for the cameras, his hand came to rest lightly on my back. It was subtle, barely there, but enough to send a familiar spark down my spine. I tried to focus, to keep smiling, to remember that we were here for the movie. But his presence, his touch, brought back memories I'd thought I'd moved past.

Finally, the photos wrapped up, and as I walked into the theater, Nicholas caught my arm, leaning in close enough that only I could hear.

"Even though I don't say nice things to you. You look good, Perla," he said softly, his voice carrying that familiar mix of warmth and challenge.

I forced a smile, looking up at him, the memories of that last day on set flooding back. "Likewise," I replied, keeping my tone light. But as he let go of my arm, his fingers lingered just a second too long, leaving me wondering if maybe, just maybe, he felt it too.

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they are so cute 🥹🥹🥹 wait for his pov soon!!!!