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"Genesis, let me get an outfit together for you," Zendaya says as I walk out the bathroom in my rob, about to find something to wear to this Vera Wang fashion show that we're about to go to.
We were back in New York and staying in my apartment. We've been in New York for about a week, and tonight Yasmin has a Vera Wang fashion show that she's in.
"Sure," I say, shrugging, then go back into the bathroom to put my underwear on and do my skincare routine.
"Alexa, what's the weather outside?" Zendaya asks out loud as I pat my face dry and reach for my toner.
"Daya, I don't wanna wear no dress," I announce while rubbing my face with the toner.
"You're not finna wear no sweats," She tells me, causing me to roll my eyes.
"What about your Gucci pantsuit?" She asks, but I decline while putting my moisturizer and sunscreen on.
"I mean, we are going to a Vera Wang fashion show; why not wear Vera Wang?" She asks while I leave the bathroom and go to where she is.
"The black one or gray one?" She asks while holding up my Vera Wang jumpsuits.
"I'll wear the black one, thank you," I say, and she hands me the jumpsuit.
"Do you need a jacket?" I ask her; she shakes her head no. I go back into the bathroom to change into the jumpsuit. I get my makeup bag out and start to apply a light makeup look to my face.
"Gene, are you bout ready to go?" Daya asks as I apply my lipgloss and nod in her direction.
"Yea, can you please get my Steve Madden pumps?" I ask, and she responds with a yea. I quickly put on my glasses and walk out of my bathroom.
"Thank you," I say while putting on the heels, then closing my bedroom door as I leave my room.
"Ready?" Daya asks, and I nod, and we start walking to the door; after we checked and made sure we had everything; I locked the door behind me after cutting my lights off.
We walk onto the elevator and press the main floor. Once we get to the main floor, we wave the bellman goodbye and greet Brandon since he's sitting in the lobby.
"Are y'all ready? Because the Uber is here," Brandon informs us, and we walk out of my apartment building and into the black SUV that we're driving to the event.
"It starts in an hour and a half, right?" I ask Daya; she nods in response and looks out the window. We sit and listen to the radio for about 20 more minutes until we get to the venue. We pay the Uber driver and exit the SUV. The paparazzi came towards us, but Brandon blocked most of them from getting too close.
