𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 - Alejandro balde

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ☆

📸𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀📸

Amira stood frozen as Michael smirked at her, his presence sending an unwelcome chill through the air. Everyone else seemed equally stunned, their earlier laughter dissipating into an awkward silence. Alejandro stepped forward, his expression darkening as his eyes locked on Michael.

"What are you doing here?" Alejandro demanded, his tone cold and sharp.

Michael raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "I'm Amalia's plus-one. Didn't expect to see you here, though." His gaze slid to Amira, and the smirk widened. "Well, maybe not everyone."

Amalia Anderson, standing near the entrance, seemed oblivious to the tension. She sauntered over, waving casually at the group. "Hey, everyone! Sorry, we're late. Traffic was insane. You all look amazing!" She turned to Amira with a wide smile. "This place is incredible. You really outdid yourself."

Amira forced a tight smile, her pulse racing. "Thanks, Amalia. Glad you could make it."

Alejandro's jaw tightened as he looked between Michael and Amalia. He turned to Amalia, his voice measured. "So, Michael's your plus-one?"

Amalia nodded, a playful grin on her face. "Yeah, we've been hanging out recently. He's fun, don't you think?"

Alejandro's expression was unreadable, but Amira caught the slight twitch in his jaw. Amalia didn't notice—or didn't care—as she looped her arm through Michael's and leaned closer.

Michael, clearly reveling in the tension, shrugged. "Small world, huh?"

Alejandro's eyes darkened, but before he could say anything, Aaliyah cleared her throat loudly. "Anyway, the welcome dinner is in an hour, right? We should probably get ready."

Everyone murmured in agreement, eager to break the tension. As the group dispersed, Alejandro grabbed Amira's arm gently, pulling her aside.

"Why is he here?" he asked in a low voice, his frustration evident.

"I didn't know," Amira whispered back. "Amalia didn't tell me who her plus-one was."

Alejandro sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This trip just got a lot more complicated."

Amira hesitated. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Alejandro's gaze shifted, but before he could respond, Amalia called out, "Alejandro! Are you coming, or what?"

His jaw clenched as he glanced back at Amira. "We'll talk later."

The Welcome Dinner
The beachfront restaurant was stunning, with glowing string lights, private seating, and a gentle ocean breeze setting the perfect atmosphere. Amira had spared no expense to make the evening unforgettable, but now, with Michael's presence, she felt uneasy.

As guests arrived, the tension slowly began to dissipate. Celebrities mingled, sharing hugs and compliments.

"Amira, you really went all out," Zendaya said, pulling her into a warm hug. "This is beautiful."

Kylie Jenner chimed in, admiring the table settings. "Seriously, this feels like a dream. You're amazing at this."

Amira smiled, grateful for the kind words. "Thanks, guys. I just wanted everything to be perfect."

Nearby, Alejandro was deep in conversation with Frenkie de Jong and Pedri, but Amira noticed his eyes drifting toward Michael occasionally. Michael, for his part, seemed unbothered, chatting animatedly with Amalia and a few others.

At the table, the group began to settle in. The Barça players took one side, with their partners filling in next to them. Amira and her friends sat near the middle, surrounded by laughter and chatter.