Arya’s POV“Okay, spill.” I said to Jules, plopping myself on her bed.“So,” she started, a blush creeping into her cheeks, “I met a guy at the club.”“Oh yes. The same guy that had his tongue down your throat?” I asked teasingly.“Oh shut up. His name is Nolan.”“Mmm Nolan.” I repeated, smiling sheepishly. “He's an entrepreneur…”“Ouuu”“He's rich…”“Oh we love rich.”“And he's inviting us for a gala next week!” I paused.“Hold up now… us?” I asked, getting slightly confused. “Yes, us. Well, he invited me but I said I couldn't go without you, obviously, so he invited you too.”“Woah.”“I know, I know. Our first rich people event!”“Wait, what are we gonna wear? I have nothing in my wardrobe of that sort.” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “Calm your tits. Nolan has it sorted. In fact, the dresses should be coming in by today.” She explained. “Oh so he's rich rich.” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as she laughed.“And you?” she asked.“Me?”“Oh please, drop the act. What happened with myst
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