❝ why are you laughing?
we're literally fucked. ❞
❝ it's just funny how you
thought we wouldn't get
caught. ❞
a three-time grammy winner
and a rising football star. their
paths were never supposed
to intertwine. especially
considering the fact that
...
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CHAPTER FIVETEEN! ⤷ ❝ YOU SMELL GOOD. ❞
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THE PHOTOGRAPHER CALLS IT A WRAP, and alessia wastes no time. she swiftly thanks everyone, her mind already racing ahead. in the dressing room, the elegant dress clings to her like a second skin. careful to not rip the dress, she quickly undoes the buttons, letting the fabric pool at her feet. she steps out of it, and walks over to a pair of comfortable jeans and a cozy sweater neatly folded on the makeup counter.
next on her agenda is the makeup. she approaches the well-lit vanity, grabbing makeup wipes with swift precision. there's no delicate removal process this time. instead, she attacks the layers of foundation, eyeshadow, and lipstick with determined swipes.
the makeup wipes leave streaks of color on the cotton surface, and alessia's reflection transforms from a camera-ready goddess to the girl-next-door in a matter of minutes. her features, though now bare, still radiate a natural beauty that needs no enhancement.
or at least she hopes chris will agree.
the clock is ticking, and alessia glances at her phone. she has to set things up at her apartment for chris. he isn't landing for a few more hours, but alessia hasn't been home and she's completely forgotten to go grocery shopping. her refrigerator is empty and she knows chris will be hungry when he gets there.
