A fangirl's dream is to meet her idol - actor, singer, athlete, it doesn't matter - and to capture his attention until he falls in love with her: let's admit it! XD Even if we know perfectly that the possibilities are so remote to be nearly inexiste...
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Chapter III: Sunday, September 7th 2014 (morning)
As foreseen, Nives woke up before eight o'clock.
As there were over two hours until the date with Richard, she stayed idly in bed for half an hour, before she decided to get up and head to the bathroom. She had a hot shower, then, wrapping a towel around her body, she returned to the bedroom, where meanwhile Flavia had awoken and opened the curtains. Outside, the sky was a little foggy, but it had been like that the other two mornings, too, and the forecast said it would be fine weather also that day.
"Good heavens, what shall I wear, now?", Nives groaned, looking disconsolate to her meagre collection of clothes. Except the evening outfit for the theatre, she had only some t-shirts, her jeans and the sneakers. From so hot to so not, she thought, depressed.
"I'll take care of that", Flavia came to her aid; she rummaged in her suitcase and took out some clothes, "Put on these", she said, handing her a long burgundy t-shirt, with a heart-shaped neckline and wide lace sleeves; in the front it was shorter than behind and it went with black leggings. The length and shape of the t-shirt hided Nives' hips as she, even in her target weight, had quite generous thighs.
"And I recommend that incredible bra which makesyou bionic tits", Flavia joked. Nives laughed and did as she suggested: actually, that bra – which costed a considerable sum – modelled her in a way, she looked like having a fourth size instead of her third.
Nives' thousand-pocket bum-bag – which she had humorously nicknamed Eaga Beeva's skirt because it could contain an amazing amount of objects – wasn't apt to this attire, but Flavia came again to her aid, offering her purse.
Unfortunately, because she had two sizes more, the blond girl couldn't lend her the black ballerina flats which matched this outfit: Nives had to do with her own sneakers.
At last, Nives sprayed her neck and wrists with the intriguing vanilla and white musk perfume she used the evening before. She wondered if Richard had smelled it, and if he had liked it...
The young woman examined herself in the mirror, not differently as she had done two nights ago, while she was preparing to go to the Old Vic.
"You're gorgeous", Flavia assured her, "Richard will be enchanted today, too."
"Yeah, of course", muttered Nives, picking up her hair into a simple ponytail, a hairdo which made her look just a little older than Flavia; at least, as long as one didn't notice the light wrinkles around her eyes, signs of a person who, in her life, had never been afraid to laugh or cry.
At last, the two friends went downstairs to breakfast. This time Nives opted for a continental breakfast because, for a change, she had her stomach knotted up.
Like she was sixteen and this was her first date...
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Richard got up at 8.30, two hours earlier of his usual schedule since he began performing in The Crucible, which made him go to sleep always much later than midnight, but he wanted time to refresh and eat his breakfast in no hurry, before he went to fetch Nives at her hotel.
