Izabela dos Santos Emboaba is planning on moving around the world from Salt Lake City, Utah, USA to Paris, France to be with her fiancé, Neymar Jr. She has secured a job with the prestigious Paris Opera Ballet, but she is taking a demotion.
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izaemboaba In honour of my final dress fitting today, here's a little throw back to the wedding magazine shoot I did earlier last year back in Salt Lake City!
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emboabasuely Just perfect! I love you so much sweetheart!
neymarjr My future 😍
tessbrennan That was so much fun! I can't wait for your real wedding! It's going to be AMAZING!
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"Are you ready to see me?" Iza called out from the dressing room she was in.
"Yes!"
"Get your ass out here!" Tessa demanded.
"Tessa," Daniela groaned.
"We're ready," Gabriela called back.
"Okay! We're just adjusting the veil!"
Izabela closed her eyes as her consultant, Julia, carefully placed the veil in her hair. She could feel the comb sliding into place. Her heart was pounding. She bit her lip and fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve.
"You look beautiful," Julia smiled.
"Thank you."
"Are you ready?"
"Ye," Izabela took a deep breath.
Izabela watched as Julia pulled back the curtain. She walked out with a big smile on her face. She was confused when everyone was silent and staring at her, looking uncomfortable. It certainly wasn't the reaction she was expecting. She awkwardly turned around from the mirror and fussed with the veil in her hair.
"What? Do I look fat or something?" She joked when no one said anything, "well, this is not the reaction I was expecting."
"Izabela, when was the last time you were on Instagram?" Amelia squirmed a little bit.
"Uhm. Before my studio time. Why?"
Amelia, Tessa, Gabi, and Dani all looked around at each other. Her mom looked particularly unhappy. She was confused and was starting to worry. This wasn't how she imagined her final dress fitting going.
"I'm sorry," Suley sighed and handed Izabela her phone.
Iza took it confused and looked down. She gasped and almost dropped the phone. She definitely didn't expect to see a picture of Neymar locking lips with another girl.
"Wh-when was this?"
"Apparently in Dubai," Gabi mumbled.
"D-Dubai?" She stuttered, "are you sure?"
"It's a gossip page, so I don't know."
"I'm calling Oscar," Izabela handed her mom her phone back and grabbed hers.
"Ola," Oscar answered on the first ring.
"Oscar! Did Neymar cheat on me in Dubai?"
"Uh what?"
"Oscar, I'm being tagged in all these pictures of Ney kissing other women. Did it happen in Dubai? The gossip says yes."
"It's possible. He disappeared for a few hours one night."
"Where were you?"
"A club," Oscar sounded uncomfortable.
"Oh my god," she whimpered.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah me too. I'll come by your hotel later."
"Okay. Eu te amo muito."
"Bye," she hung up her phone.
"What did Os say?" Daniela took her phone back.
"Neymar disappeared at a club," she said, shell shocked.
"What do you want to do?" Tess asked.
"I want to get out of this dress. I-I need to go home and talk with Neymar. I cannot believe this."
"Okay," Julia nodded, "I'll help you out."
"Thank you," Izabela hurried back towards the dressing room.
"I'm so sorry," Julia said as she unzipped the dress.
"Thank you," Izabela mumbled.
She just wanted to get out of there. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces. Izabela needed to get back home. She had to talk to Neymar and find out what was going on.
"I'll leave you to get dressed," Julia stepped out carefully.
Izabela nodded. She silently got dressed. The ballerina sat down to put on her shoes. She paused for a minute and stared at the engagement ring.
She had to slow down her breathing so that she didn't have a full on panic attack. She needed to be able to drive herself back to the mansion she shared with Neymar.
This was not how she imagined her final dress fitting going.
