Not Hiding Anymore

I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.

“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.

“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle up.

I am wearing a short gold Gucci dress embroidered with stones, a matching purse and my nude heels. I got it from my mother for Christmas. I wanted this dress more than anything in the world.

We travel to the same pub we met at. Tonight, it is Dri's show, and again there are paparazzi at the door. When we pass, I can’t see anything. So much flashing light was bursting from their big huge cameras.

“No need to bend down or