Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //

I finished doing my hair by adding curls at the end. My hair is naturally curly, but I got a Brazilian blow out from Ayla five months ago. Mel was beside me as she put on her mascara, fixing it every now and then. We were in her apartment that the program provided, a modest sized one compared to those in New York. We were in her and Milo's room, which consisted of: a queen sized bed with purple sheets- probably Mel's idea; a ceiling to floor mirror- which we were using; a 32 inch flat screen tv in a small entertainment center; and Milo's collection of fishing gear.

"Who's gonna be there tonight?" Mel asked while working on her eyeliner. She quietly cursed at the eyeliner because it wasn't cooperating.

"A few people." I started working on my makeup too. Mel looked at me with a look as if she didn't believe me.

"A few? Did you make any friends that I don't know about?" she asked me with a chuckle.

"Okay, I think it'll be a lot of people there." I worked on my blush while saying that. My make up was cooperating unlike Mel's, and she was turning red because her eyeliner kept messing up.

"Will I be driving you?" she asked, and I shook my head. "You got your license here already? Impossible." she said in a teasing tone.

"Nope, but don't worry about it." I smirked into the mirror, and she started to chuckle.

"Ever since you went to the Grande Hotel, you have picked up a new kind of attitude." she smiled with satisfaction while she told me that.

"Well, maybe I'm finding my Brazilian side like you told me." I winked, and Mel laughed.

"I hope this side of you stays for a long time." She added on. "What kind of party is this and where?"

"It's a birthday party, and it's at a mansion. I think. Somewhere along the beach maybe?"

"Where did you get these connections, Alana?" she asked me with a grin.

"Hard work, maybe." I finished working on my makeup, it was evening makeup, so it was sort of dark. I walked towards her door and stood by it, waiting for her.

"Is that what you're wearing?" she observed my white sheer shirt with light wash skinny jeans.

"Of course not! I bought something at Natalia's Boutique." I shrugged. "Maybe a few things, how about you?"

"I spent a few hundred euros on an outfit for some party. Not that one that we went to two nights ago. Where's your stuff?"

"Back at my hotel. We got three hours until the party, so we gotta hurry." I nodded at her while saying that.

"Then we have to leave now." she slapped her powder shut.

We ran down her stairs after looking at one another and she grabbed her shopping bag. We were only thirty minutes from the hotel, and she lived in a suburb. The outside of the duplex was in need of some TLC, but it was still a nice shade of white.

We hopped inside of her hummer and she stepped on the gas pedal.

//+//

Mel gawked at the inside of my penthouse. She complimented the sleek black tiles in the good sized foyer, and the giant mirror that first greeted you when you walked it. Mel pointed at the chandileir hanging from the high ceiling with masonry. She turned to me with a gasp.

"First room and I can tell that this place is way more than 1,000 euro a night!" Mel exclaimed in awe. "You never told me you were so rich! No wonder you got into that hotel!" she squealed as she ran towards the living room with her changing bag shuffling behind her.