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Ficday 7: "My best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember never really liking you but you look so good in this, wow"
THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY
Matteo is nervous entering the restaurant. It has been five years since he left Argentina for Oxford, and while it still feels more like home to him than anywhere else, it is strange being here after so long. He'd taken a flight to Buenos Aires as soon as Gastón had given him the news that he had proposed to Nina. He had been waiting to apply for his postgraduate degree in the UK, but something had always called him back to the only place where he had felt like he truly belonged. Getting the call from Gastón (and the subsequent text from Nina) asking him to come to their engagement party had felt like fate's wake-up call; so he had gotten himself a modest job at the Italian Embassy in Buenos Aires and convinced his dad to let him transfer to Uni in the city and let him live in their old house. In a way, this party feels like his "welcome back" celebration as well.
The reserved room is full of people: he can recognize Gastón's whole family, as well as Nina's. There are some people he recognizes from the couple's social media pictures, some of his former classmates from the Blake and, of course, the guys from the Roller. Jazmín and Ámbar are wearing bored expression in a corner, looking as runway-ready as always. He can also spot Ramiro, Jim and Yam already sitting at a table, talking animatedly.
For a moment, he expects to see the guys from the Roller Band among the guests, but he quickly remembers they are on tour right now, Delfi going with them as their PR manager and Pedro's girlfriend. The future bride and groom are also missing, just as a certain annoying brunette.
He hears someone loudly clearing their throat from the room's entrance and speaking of the devil, there she is. Luna Valente in the flesh, or is it Sol Benson now? Either way, she looks way different than the last time he saw her.
She clears her throat again. "Hello, everyone! As most of you know, my name is Luna and I have been asked by the happy couple to welcome you all. We are really glad you can all accompany us on this very special occasion." She's positively beaming and slightly jumping on her toes. He doesn't quite know how she manages to do that with the tremendously high heels she's wearing. He doesn't blame her, though, she has always been incredibly short and definitely needs the extra height. Plus, the shoes make her legs look killer, which is something he shouldn't be thinking, especially since he doesn't like her at all, but whatever.
"It is an honor for me to present to you my very good friends and future Mr. and Mrs. Périda-Simonetti, Nina and Gastón!" People clap enthusiastically as Luna steps away from the entrance to make way for the couple. As his best friend, Matteo has seen Gastón all kinds of happy, but the way he is looking at his fiancée, that's the happiest he's seen him yet. It makes Matteo smile too.
The celebration goes on and per the seat arrangements, he ends up between Luna and Ámbar. His relationship with Ámbar has been rocky at times, to say the least, but they've patched things up; since they were both studying in Europe and had no friends in their new countries, they occasionally got together on weekends and now enjoy a casual friendship. Luna is a whole other topic. They'd never gotten along when they were both at the Blake and the Jam and Roller. She thought he was an arrogant jerk, and he thought she was an immature child with a stick up her butt. They have always been openly hostile with one another, but it surprisingly never escalated into something more.
Seeing her there, sitting beside him, he's truly taken aback: She looks stunning, a lacy white dress complimenting her figure. He notices she has done something different to her hair, it really suits her, as well as her sparkly makeup. She has always been sort-of-very cute, but now, she's hot.
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