Mine II Neymar Jr. II (English)

Veintidós

Finally, the long-awaited ball day came. The ball itself wasn't important to me. The only thing that mattered was that I'm coming home tomorrow. I got up about ten o'clock and I was about to go downstairs for breakfast, but then I remembered what had happened last night. Everyone has heard it... How I'm gonna look them in the face now, I don't know what they think and how far their imagination has gone, when nothing really happened. Well, almost... "Have fun, do crazy things, in a few days you won't be here anymore," I remembered Neymar's words, which encouraged me a little. Still slightly sleepy, I headed to the kitchen where Rafaella and her mother were sitting.

- Good morning - I gave them a slight smile and sat at the table.

- Coffee? - one of the servants asked.

- Yes, please - I nodded gently.

- How was your night? - Mrs. Nadine asked with concern.

- You must have heard yourself that it was very good - Rafa laughed under her breath and I feeling embarrassed sank my lips in a mug of coffee.

- Rafa! - her mother scolded her.

- Sorry - the girl couldn't stop giggling.

- At twelve o'clock hairdresser and make-up artist will come and take care of us, so eat and then we'll start preparing for the ball - Nadine said excited.

- But I don't even have a dress - only now I thought about it.

- Don't worry, sweetie. Neymar just went to pick it up - the woman gave me a warm smile.

We ate breakfast and about 10 minutes after the twelfth there were stylists who were supposed to take care of us. I didn't have much to say because, as it turned out, Neymar had already decided how he would like me to look. I left it to the professionals and let them do their job. By the way, I didn't see the boy all day, even when he came home, he didn't even look into the room where the preparations were going on. When my hairstyle and make-up were ready and till the ball wasn't much time left, I went to my room where my dress was supposed to be. I opened the door and saw it. It was hanging on the wardrobe door, taking my breath away. It was so beautiful. Ivory-colored with a tulle long skirt and a top with straps embroidered with crystals that miraculously reflected the light. I couldn't believe he had chosen it. I wanted to put it on right away and that's what I did. Gently, I took it off the hanger and after a while it was on me. It fitted perfectly, as if it was made for me. I put on the nude-colored heels and finished the whole look with perfumes from the boy. I was just like a little girl who got the dress of her favorite princess and is going to the ball. At the moment, the thoughts about the kidnapping and the reason why I am here were sleeping in the back of my head. 

- Ready? We have to go - Mrs Nadine appeared in the room. - Oh... you look wonderful! - she hugged me gently, so as not to destroy what the stylists were working on for so long.

- Thank you. You look beautiful too - we moved away from each other.

- Will you come downstairs in a moment? - the woman was already standing by the door.

- Yes, I need just one second - I smiled slightly. Mrs. Nadine closed the door. For the last time I looked in the mirror, checking if everything was okay and I left the room, then going down the stairs to the corridor where Neymar was fighting with his bow tie. 

- You need help? - I asked, standing on the last stair. The boy turned to me and froze for a moment with his mouth wide open. Well, I'm not surprised. He had seen me in those shorts and messy bun for the whole month. It must have made an impression on him. - Does it look okay? - I asked when I came closer.