Once Upon A Dolan (Ethan and Grayson Dolan)

Chapter 26

Mia's POV

My pulse was racing as the girls finished helping me get dressed.

I stood up, shaking a little.

To say I was nervous was an understatement.

"Guys, I don't know about this.." I started.

"NO WAY ARE YOU BACKING OUT, CHICA!!" Sydney shouted at me.

"Yeah, girl! You got this!" Skye encouraged.

"Miaaa, it'll be fine! Just be chill!" Rachel encouraged me too.

"Okay, girl, time for you to look in the mirror at our masterpiece because DANG you look good, Ethan's gonna be all over you!" Rach squealed.

"I don't know.." I muttered.

"YAAAS!!" Sydney squealed.

They turned me around to look in the hotel room mirror.

I was dressed in a cute, casual burgundy dress, with brown boots and knee high socks. My hair was down in its natural waves and I was wearing a deep red lipstick.

Wow.. I didn't look like total crap. These girls really knew how to dress me up.

Butterflies flocked my stomach as I grabbed my camera and my phone, saying bye to the girls as they wished me good luck as I left.

Making my way to the where Ethan had told me to meet him, I was mesmerised once again at the beauty of the city.

Of course I had to stop and take a few photos, which I'm sure Rachel would have rolled her eyes at.

I was incredibly nervous as I reached where Ethan had said to meet.

He wasn't there.

I waited for a while, almost praying that he'd come.

He couldn't do this to me.

He couldn't break my heart.

Not again.

Admitting defeat, I turned on my heel, trying to stop the tears from spilling over onto my cheeks, ready to go back to the hotel and binge eat ice cream.

"Errr..salut? Hello? Tu es-non! You are Mia? Oui?" A strange frenchman approached me, startling me as I backed away from him.

I sniffed, quickly wiping my cheeks so he wouldn't see.

"Um..yeah?" I replied, unsure.

"Ah oui! You come with me." He said in his thick accent, which almost tempted me to follow him.

"Wait hold on, who are you? Where are you taking me?" I was scared, I mean stranger danger alert or what.

"Oh, zut alors! Non ma belle! My name is Pierre. Monsieur Ethan asks me to take you!" He hurriedly explained, with a large smile on his face, which was surprising because I'd basically just assumed he was a kidnapper.

"Okay..." I followed him as he motioned to walk in a certain direction, and led me up to the first floor of the Eiffel Tower.

Jeez louise do you people know how many steps that stupid tower has? I was panting by the time I reached the first floor yet the frenchman seemed unfazed.

"Pierre!!" I shouted. "Wait up, some people aren't crazy fit and french like you!" I grumbled between pants.

"Sacré bleu! Je suis desolé! I am very sorry!" He worriedly replied.

"But we are here now!" He seemed very excited.

"Um okay..now what?" I asked, confused.

"I give you this."