Her Billionaire. His Angel

Chapter 19

Song~Lust for life by Lana Del Ray

Natalia POV

Yesterday flew by quickly and before I knew it, it was the day of the show. We have to spend all day at the arena to prepare the lingerie outfits and makeup situations.

It of course, was going to be a long day and that day just had to be when my mind was barely focused. I couldn't afford that though. I had to get my head out of my ass of a dreamland and stop fantasizing about last night.

But back to the show.

This show was actually one of the important ones happening this year. The director would then tell us who would make the grand entrance and exit, we'd all have a celebratory after party, and go back home to rest for the next show. That's pretty much how fashion shows go except not all of them have after parties.

Sucks to say that I'm not really ecstatic about attending the after party though. I was planning on just heading straight back to the hotel to pack and rest. Rest would be the better option because I knew that I would be too exhausted to even move.

"Oh no. I know what you're thinking! You're going to that party whether you want to or not," Vivian finalized, probably noticing my constant staring off into space expression.

We were currently rummaging through her luggage, looking at the thousands of sprawled clothes everywhere which made me want to pull my hair out. How could Vivian possibly fit this much clothing into this tiny little suitcase?! If I was being honest, I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying because like I said... my mind was too busy in La La Land to comprehend anything.

The girls who hang out with Rachael, probably know exactly what they're wearing. Wouldn't be surprised if they were wearing absolutely nothing but just the lingeries that were given to them. But who am I to judge? I model lingeries for Christ's sake!

That doesn't count, right?

I mean, I'm not like that when it comes to parties. I didn't like to dress too provocatively. After all, we wouldn't want to gain the attention of the wrong crowd.

You can never trust anyone these days. "You know if you want a decent outfit, you're gonna have to stop sitting there, daydreaming about who knows what eventually." Vivian stared at me with one hand on her hip but eventually went back to sorting out her party outfit before leaving the hotel.

"What do you think of this one?" Vivian asks, and picked up a short, black, and sleeveless dress off from her luggage. The dress was pretty but since I've been zoning out, all I gave her was a simple shrug. "Okay seriously? What the hell is up with you? You've been acting weird even before we left for Paris," She stated.

No shit, Vivian. Not only did I find out Jackson's previous hobby back in high school but also found out his real name. Oh, and how can I ever forget that we slept together last night which by the way, is really making me confused about how he feels. You never know when it comes to a player. So excuse me if I can't really focus right now!

The thought of trying to focus on anything else was a real struggle right now, and the feeling was really eating me alive. "I can't answer that, Viv." She didn't do anything but sigh. She can't expect me to tell her everything. After hanging the dress into one of the closets, Vivian went to zip up her luggage. I honestly can't tell if she's feeling annoyed or mad..

Or maybe she just doesn't care either way.

I got up from my criss cross applesauce position on the floor and went by Vivian. "Don't be mad. You know you can't stay mad at me for long," I urged on, trying to lighten the mood. Vivian looked even more irritated by the second. "Okay, maybe you can. Just know that I'll tell you guys when the time is right." She finally looked at me as if what I was explaining to her didn't make any sense.