An aspiring photographer and a social media influencer share; a hotel, adventures, and intense feelings...
"what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"
started: August 2nd, 2017.
completed: December 24th, 2017.
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As Team 10, that's what they're called I guess, gets tired they all hug me goodbye. Everyone exchanges numbers with me and I realize these might come in handy, one can never have too many connections. Jake offers me a spot in their uber, they're going to the Adventuredome to (in his words) "fuck shit up." I politely refuse, I'm hanging out with Alena later so I wouldn't want to overlap plans or cancel on my best friend. I return to my pool pod as they wave goodbye and lie there for a little until Alena calls me. I look at the time from my lockscreen and realize I was relaxing for a little over an hour.
She informs me she's free to hang out and I tell her I'll be there in 30 minutes or less. I go to my room and get ready.. which basically means I throw my hair up, throw on jeans and a tank top with some Nike slides. I am literally the epitome of not trying but looking like I did! I text Alena and she establishes that we should meet at her condo, it's smarter to. I agree and ask what we'll be doing, she says we'll figure it out when I get here and sends a meme that fits accordingly. I die laughing for a few before ordering an uber.
Before I know it, I'm in the uber and my driver is telling me about the worst uber passenger she's had. Midway there I get a text from Anthony: "Team 10 loves u!" "eat at the Bellagio with us, they wanna get to know you more!" I text back a quick "of course! How much should I bring?" He replies with a wink and a "wear something formal." I'm wondering what place or places requires formal wear or what occasion it is. On the rest of the way there I google Team 10. I can't seem to find why they're called Team 10, it seems like they're almost at 15 members on and off the scene. The search does however pull up twitters, youtube channels and fan accounts. It also showcases fanfictions... of which I'm familiar with because everyone went through a One Direction or Justin Bieber. I did go through both, I'm not ashamed. My uber stops and I'm outside of the Ogden. I thank the woman and exit the car, then proceed to stare up at a building of luxury condos.
Alena buzzes me in within minutes and I'm taking in the sights of the building. The lobby is amazingly decorated, it oozes posh spice vibes and money. I ride the elevator up to her floor and once I walk down the hall I see her halfway in her condo and halfway outside. We hug once I reach her door and we walk inside. I give her a house warming gift, it's a picture of us at her aunt's wedding... our most favorite picture of us. Since this is a new condo, more or less, I knew she wouldn't have it just yet. She was always too busy to put personal touches in any of her homes, a woman constantly on the go. She immediately puts it on her TV stand along with other decorations, though she tells me of her plan to replace the ceramic elephants with personal photos. I rub her Norfolk terrier, his name is Muffin due to the fact she rescued him and he was found eating a muffin, he responds cheerfully.
"I decided we should go shopping." Alena says this after placing the photo to her liking.
"Um.. my finances aren't Las Vegas strip mall friendly, sis." I joke, but I'm dead serious. Unless I got more photography jobs or sold my body, I was living on a strictly planned budget that didn't allow for excessive shopping.
"I'll pay for the extra things you want but can't buy!" She insists after hearing my protests.
I couldn't say no so of course we hopped in her car and drove. We shop at the strip, stopping at places from Chanel, Dior, and Fendi to Giorgio Armani and Gucci. After a quick break she drags me to Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Tiffany & Co, Michael Kors and Valentino. Amazingly, she buys things from each store... who knew this girl made this much money? Definitely not me! I didn't want anything from anywhere prompting her to buy me things from half of the stores. I glance at my watch and notice it's 4 P.M. I advise her that I need a formal outfit... that's not over the top, for a group dinner I'm attending. This prompts her curiosity which makes me spill the situation regarding Anthony and Team 10 itself. Alena is seemingly shook, her eyes go wide and a smile appears on her face.
"I know just the outfit.." She says with confidence and a smirk.
Within half an hour Alena has become my own personal one man show glam squad. I go through her closet with her and she has me trying on everything from pantsuits, to rompers and everything inbetween. After establishing an outfit she begins doing my hair and makeup. Despite the dress being from Fashion Nova, I can't doubt that it hugs my petite figure in a flattering way. Almost everything in her closet was from Fashion Nova. She pairs it with a cropped leather jacket and it still manages to look formal despite the biker vibes. She hands me Louboutins. I know these pair, I wanted these a few months ago it figures she'd have them. I hold the 'Bianca's in my hand before slipping them on. We sing the beginning of Bodak Yellow and point to the heels, we laugh and decide to put the song on. We can't just talk through the beauty process, we need hype music!
She stands back from my face, smiles and clicks her tongue. I'm not sure if she's done, but I get my answer when she asks me to hold on and runs to her bedroom to grab a makeup essential I'm guessing. Muffin looks at me and cocks his head, do I look different or did my sigh slip out because truth be told it was supposed to be a mental action. I fiddle with my thumbs and begin to think about Anthony. I barely know him... or them, and yet they still found it in their favor to invite me to their expensive dinner. I didn't have the money nor the social status, what could be so amazing about me? Alena runs back into the room and she has liquid eyeliner in her hand. She applies it, and from the feel I'm assuming it's a wing. She steps back from my face once again and squeals, she sets my face with rose water of course then rushes me out the door. Fearing that I'll be late she offers to drive me back to my hotel and I politely accept the gesture. It dawns on me as we're headed back that: one, I don't know what I look like and two, I have no clue what I got myself into.
