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Riele's POV-
When evening came Ella had gone home but Reiya and I worked unto 2:00 O'clock in the morning to put together a reunion worthy look. Then she went to bed, but I was left to study movies and books about what I wanted to look and feel like at that reunion. I wanted to be sexy but not nasty sexy, classic sexy. For some women that was hard to pull off but I buckled down and I practiced my walking. I smiled with my lips, and my eyes, and the pretty high cheek bones Reiya was constantly reminding me that I had. It took a long time for me to feel satisfied before I went to bed. I checked my latest post and saw the likes piling up. The center of my chest felt warm. I closed my eyes and laid my head against my pillow thinking that maybe this feeling wasn't from the make up and the clothes and the shoes. Maybe it was from me realizing that I can be a fucking savage ass Queen without Jace. Yeah, that must be it.
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"Riele, wake up! It's game day we have to get you ready!"
I felt as if I had closed my eyes for three seconds before Reiya was in my room, shaking me awake.
"Huh?"
I looked up and squinted, flashing a 'bitch is you crazy?' glare at her.
"Up! Let's haul ass, beauty takes time and we need all of it. Come on!"
She dragged me out of bed as I groaned.
"Abort the mission, fuck it... I give up."
"Nope, we didn't go through all this bullshit for nothing. Get up, and get dressed cause we have to get going."
Reiya left my room for a moment and I fell back onto the floor as if my spine had been shocked. Not today Satan.
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Jace's POV -
"What the fuck?"
I woke up with half a twix bar hanging out of my mouth. My alarm was blaring in my ear, I never hated hearing God's plan more at that moment, which caused me to lose part of my hearing for several minutes, and the first thing I realized was that Isabela never called me back last night. Stumbling out of bed, I looked at the time, my eyes widened. Shit. It's almost 2:00 O'clock and I don't even know what the fuck I'm gonna wear yet.
I skidded to a stop on front of my closet, tearing through the racks of clothing left and right. I held my phone up to my ear and wedged it between my shoulder and my neck.
"Siri call Isa!"
"Calling Isa."
I snatched a royal blue button down from the hanger too fast and it ripped a little bit.
"Ughhh!"
The ringing in my ear was annoying, I fought the urge to throw my phone across the room until it stopped.
"Hello?"
"Babe, I need your help!"
"For?"
"There's something going on tonight and I want you to be there with me."
I said, finally finding something decent, clean and a long the lines of my style provocations.
"Gee, I'd love too but I can't I'm busy with... Work and such."
She said, flippantly. Her voice sounded muffled at first.
"What? Why not? Where the hell are you? You never called last night and I sent you a million fucking texts."
