Ronaldo and Khloe<3

Paps

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Khloes POV

It was the day after the best day of my life. I was so stunned when Cris asked me to marry him. Of course I was going to say yes. I wanted to be in his arms everyday and have him call me his love every morning. I wanted more than anything for us to just be together and enjoy everything we had. I forced myself to roll out of bed after glancing at the alarm clock which in bold writing had 10:47 on it. I stood up and stretched out my arms as my feet stood on the warm carpet. I then went to my closet and grabbed my outfit. Cris had a game in an hour and he already left and me being Mrs. Aveiro had to go. His manger insisted. Saying it would be something that would give him a good "image" and get him on the cover of magazines. Cris told me I didn't have to listen to his manager and we could announce it when I was ready but I knew that the sooner the better. I glanced around the rows of cloths that were inside searching for what I needed. When I spotted to white jersey I had been looking for a quickly grabbed it along with a pair of light blue jeans and a pair of blue converse. I grabbed my scarf that Cris had given me after a while of dating. It said "Madridista" on it in blue block letters. Then I headed into the bathroom placing them on the marble counters as I removed the pajama shorts and tshirt i had on. I placed my ring down . I quickly stepped into the shower not washing my hair so it wouldn't be wet because I didn't have time to blow dry. Then i stepped out and wrapped the warm towel around me and put on the outfit. I pulled the brush through my hair and put a little poof in the front and pulled the rest back into a smooth pony tail. I brushed my teeth and put my ring back on. I looked at it for a few moment. It was beautiful. The way it shined reminded me of Cris's eyes. I did my makeup this time I actually put some effort into it knowing photographers would go crazy and my photo would be every where the next day, or at least my left hand would be. I tried to push the thoughts away of jealous girls going crazy as I walled down the stair and through the front door. There was no time for breakfast, since I already spend 40 minutes getting getting ready and only has 20 to get to the stadium.

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I parked the car and took a deep breath already seeing the paps (paparazzi) crowding around me. I took my blue hermes birkin bag and my gucci sunglasses. I was as ready as I would ever be. I reached for the door to open it and stepped out. It actually look them a few minutes to notice. I had already walked half way through the parking lot. Then again I was slouching my hand behind my bag because truly I was scared of everyones reaction. Most of the paps Surprisingly congratulated me. The all however really just wanted a close up picture of my ring. I told them that if I did they would have to leave me alone for the rest of the game and they respected that. They actually listened and walked away after, which took me by surprise. I entered through some back hallways to go into the private press box. I was lead by a few security guards. I entered the room and squealed with joy when I saw a familiar figure standing right before my eyes, arms wide open.