You're 5 episodes away from the end of filming ST season 4. But after a series of crazy things happening offset, (Y/N) realizes that there is way more drama offstage than on. But will one special boy fix it all?
We release each other's embraces and start to blabber about how much we miss one another and how we were dying to meet up. "It's so different seeing you in real life than on my tiny phone screen!" She exclaims with a giggle. We get to the front and my Mom pays for her frappe and my latte, along with a tea for herself. All of a sudden, the intercom starts to make noise. " Can all VIP ST guests please make your way to the baggage claim doors to get to your limousine. Once again all VIP ST guests please make your way to the baggage claim doors to get to your limousine. Thank you!" Millie and I exchange a look and we giggle. They call us the VIP ST guests because ST is short for Stranger Things. We start walking faster to get to the doors.
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"Finally" I whisper to myself as I step into the gorgeous bathtub that the hotel has prepared with candles, roses, bath salts, and bath bombs. I finished the awful book from the plane in the limo so I could just get it over with. I open another one that I bought at the bookstore in the front lobby. I open Frosted Kisses and began to read.
Chapter 1 He stares at me through the window parallel to mine. I brush my hair behind my ear and pretend I'm not looking at him. I watch him leave the room then seconds later, go outside and lift a huge box with ease. Strong. He places it on a shelf in his garage, and swoops his golden brown hair to the side. He looks up at me once again, and I can't stop my myself from waving back.
I'm clearly terrible at picking books, I think to myself as I place the cheesy book down. I hear a ping shoot out from my phone. " Don't u have a party soon???" My mom texts. I look at the time. Oh. My. God. I do. The press party starts in one hour. I haven't even decided what to wear. I packed four party dresses. I hop out, drain the tub, and dry my body and hair. Thank god my mom isn't in my room, because I am having an internal panic attack. I slip on my baby pink, velvet robe and walk over to my suitcase. I slip on Option 1, which is a a black mesh dress.
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Option 2 is a smooth and baby pink dress.
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Option 3 is a cap sleeved skater cut black dress.
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Option 4 is a cap sleeved red dress.
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I slip on option 4, curl my black hair, add some black heels, and step out the door.
