In The City (Part 3: Major News)

Soundtrack: Clarity – John Mayer

Mirella’s POV

“Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick; I wanna take a ride on your disco stick…” Ugh, shut up Gaga! I rolled to the other side of the bed, where my nightstand was, and answered my phone sleepily. “Hello?” Oh God, I sound like crap. It’s like; a frog just took over my throat. Gross! “Mir? Did you party until dawn again?” That’s the one and only, my Corrie. “No…” Shit, I croaked again. Maybe somebody did put a frog in my mouth. “Yellow?” I heard Bella’s cheerful voice answered. “Hello?” Valerie’s serious voice answered. Being a lawyer made her no fun at all. “What’s up?” Nad’s. “Yeah?” Clara’s. “Hey guys!” Corrie’s perky voice answered. Ohh, I see. She’s putting us on 6 WAY! Wow, that girl is crazy! “Gee Corrie, excited much?” Nadinia said and laugh. “Well, how can I NOT be excited, if we’re all going to the 15^th Annual Vogue Gala Ball and Dinner? Everyone was silent for about a minute. Dang, I’m pretty sure Corrie is grinning like an idiot right now. “SAY WHAT?!” All of us said in an almost unison. “Yup, you heard me chicas! So you better get your lazy asses down here to the Vogue office, because Anna’s giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity to wear the Vogue’s closet for the ball!” “HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS! Are you freaking kidding me?!” Bella lost control of her voice over the phone. “Why would I be kidding about this? It’s not the 1^st of April anyways, no point in tricking you guys there.” Silence again. “BE THERE IN 30 DARLING!” And with that I closed the phone.

I went to my closet and took out a white cashmere turtleneck sweater I got at Barney’s, paired it with my plaited grey wool skirt that I designed, and my new Gucci boots. I picked black tights, and grey beanie that I got from Saks. I love gray! And I’m making this my gray day. Hey, that rhymed! I went to my bathroom and wore my La Perla lingerie, and also brushed my teeth. I wore my outfit, and then did my makeup in a soft dusty gray eye shadow, rosy pink blush and pale pink lipstick. Perfect. I sprayed myself with the new Flora by Gucci perfume, and grabbed my gray Stam bag that Marc Jacobs specially made for me : D I checked my BlackBerry for new messages while I was changing earlier and saw a new e-mail from Corrie.

From : Corellia Amerie Wildflower (corrie.amerie@vogue.com)

To : Mirella Aria Conrad, Valerie Alvena Connormay, Mabella Ardinia Keane, Nadinia Carmelita Sanchez, Clarabell Anastacia Swan (mirellaaria@ariaela.com, valvena@brookesandco.com, bellakeane@plazahotel.com, carmelitanadine@yahoo.com, clarastacia@yahoo.com)

Subject: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

Okay, I’ll try this in the nicest way possible, but GET YOUR LAZY ASSES DOWN HERE! No coming later than 1 PM, cause I’ll be at the photo shoot with Zac Posen, GOT IT? Good.

Gee, patient much Corrie? I hurriedly walking off my apartment almost forgot locking it. Whoopsies. See, I cannot be put under pressure, or else I’ll be having spaz attacks. I walked really fast, nearly tripped on some people. Yes, you guessed it, I’m a klutz, so much of a klutz that I knocked over someone. “OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz! Here, let me help you!” Poor guy, he was from the grocery store, I think, and all his things was practically thrown everywhere. He chuckled and said, “That’s okay, at least I didn’t buy eggs”. He still can joke in this situation. I like that : ) I helped him picking up his things, and when we both reached the canned Campbell’s soup, that’s when our hands touched. An electric like tingle flows through my body, making my heart beats at an unusual rate and my breath shortened. I automatically looked up, and that’s when I saw him. Gorgeous, cute, and tall, about six foot five. He has a pair of deep, shy, chocolate brown eyes that made you melt when you see them. He has curly, brown, and shoulder length locks. He looks like an artist but still classy, somehow I felt like déjà vu, like I’ve seen him before, but I just don’t know where. I blushed when our hands met, and it seemed like he did too. “Um, so…sorry. For knocking you over…and all.” “I told you, it’s okay.” He smiled, a small, cute sweet smile. “No, it’s not okay, I caused you enough trouble. Let me at least buy you a make-up coffee.” I smiled. “No, no, I don’t wanna be a bother. You looked like you’re in a hurry, so thanks for the offer, but no, thanks.” Oh come on! Pleasee? Just a cup?” I flashed my kiddy grin and puppy eyes. They ALWAYS worked. “Well, okay. One drink won’t hurt, right?” “GREAT! Where to…?” Then the Starbucks across the street caught my eyes. “How about there?” “Looks good to me, come on then.” He smiled again. And I walked across the street, with him by me into the Starbucks.

Author’s note: The email adresses on the story above is TOTALLY fiction. There will be no use trying to click on the links : D