Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 17: The Gala

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY Looks like I'm not updating after 750 years this time! Mission accomplished! Did I even try to learn Portuguese or Spanish? No, I haven't even done my French homework yet. So you're still going to have to correct me if my translations are wrong! You can hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Footballers don't know anything about hair," or anything else like that because we all know Neymar and his hair is more diverse than the United States population.

THANKS FOR THE VOTES AND COMMENTS!! :)

*ARIANNA's POV*

I sat in front of the large mirror in my bathroom and watched Emma play with my hair as Pilar finished Sara's makeup and Clarisse painted her nails. We had spent the last two hours in my bathroom getting ready for the gala and we were almost done. The only thing left was to fix my hair but I couldn't figure out how I wanted it. It had to be an up-do of some sort because it was a one shoulder dress and my hair is too long to manage all night long.

Sara stood behind me and stared at my hair for about a minute until she exclaimed, "I've got an idea!" I watched her gently gather my straight brown hair and put it into a neat, high ponytail. Then, she curled my hair into perfect ringlets and let them hang loosely. Curling the hairs that were too small to fit into the up-do, she let them frame my face. "Done! It looks so cute," she smiled.

"That's perfect," Pilar said as she handed me my mask.

Checking the time on her phone, Emma looked up in surprise, "it's 8:20, the boys will be here soon! Let's go downstairs."

I went to my closet, slipped on silver peep-toe heels, and grabbed a silver clutch to put my phone in. Running back to the bathroom, I spun in front of the mirror, watching my reflection as my dress flowed out around me. Felling satisfied with how I looked, I smiled at myself once more before going out, closing my bedroom door, and heading downstairs with the other WAGs.

The girls already were in the kitchen looking for something to eat as Pilar was looking for something to watch on TV. "Arianna? Do you have any good food? Not any of the random healthy things Cristiano buys when he goes shopping with Iker," Sara asked me.

I laughed, "of course I do! Also, Cristiano got this new hummus that tastes really good with pita chips." Every weekend Cristiano, Iker and Sergio go shopping and they come back with all this healthy stuff that they expect me to eat with them. It's usually tasteless with the label: All Natural, Zero Preservatives.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the door to the walk-in pantry. On the left side were foods that Cristiano bought but nobody but him ever eats, like the boring banana wheat cereals, the 50% less sugared coffee, and multiple different fruits. On the right side were foods Cristiano always tried to make me feel guilty for eating, like the 25% more flavored barbecue chips, the chocolate cheesecake brownies, and my favorite extra chocolaty cereals.

"25% more flavored barbecue chips!! I made Marcelo buy these for me last week!! They taste so good!" Clarisse said as I brought out some food.

We all ate brownies and chips until the door rang, "I'll go get it," Emma said getting up. She wiped her hand on a napkin and went to the door. We heard her greet the boys as we were finishing our brownies.

"Arianna, I told you that food is bad for you," Cristiano said as he hugged me from behind. I popped the last piece of my brownie into his mouth as he was talking, "great, now I'm going to get fat, thank you very much Arianna."

"Don't worry Cristiano, I'll get fat first and then you can carry me up the stairs and still stay in shape," I told him smiling.

"Like I don't already do that," he replied laughing.