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"I'M GOING TO PARIS, ME, Nita! I'm going as Paulo's date to the Ballon D'or. Me, as in Nita. Do you believe this, Selina?" Nita kept telling her best friend, Paulo had asked her 3 days before the Ballon D'or to be his date. Of course Nita accepted, she was going to her dream city Paris!
Selina chuckled and nodded her head. "I know, Nita. You've mentioned it about 70 times now. You're so lucky. God has blessed you," she informed her, but she also felt sorry for her best friend. She wouldn't be the regular Nita she was 3 months anymore.
Nita let out a deep sigh, "We have to leave soon," she told Selina who was going to drive her and meet Paulo in the international Venice airport. She checked her iPhone to check the time to see it was 6:56 p.m. Their flight boarded at 8:00 p.m and they would land at 9:50 p.m, it would be a short flight.
"I think we should leave soon, do you want to?" Selina asked and Nita nodded her head, the two of them got up of Selina's bed. Nita said goodbye to Selina's parents, Selina's parents were like Nita's second pair of family.
The 15 minute drive to the airport was filled with Nita and Selina discussing names even though they would know the gender in 6 weeks time. Selina was rooting for a girl while Nita and Paulo wanted a boy.
"Goodbye Nita, send me lot's of photos of the Eiffel Tower and Paulo! Tell him I hope he wins. Have a safe flight!" Selina told her as she hugged her best friend and blew her a kiss before leaving, leaving Nita alone to find Paulo.
They weren't flying his private jet this time but they were going on First Class, curtesy of Paulo Dybala.
Paulo had arrived at 8:45 p.m, 1 minute before the First Class would be called, he arrived late because of the fans. The fans were disappointed that they didn't get to see Nita as well but they still met Paulo, what would've been better?
Paulo ran up and kissed Nita's cheek, causing random people's flashes go off, taking photos of them two, "Hey princess, sorry I'm late. The fans," he shrugged.
She smiled and stood up, grabbing her mini Louis Vuitton bag Paulo bought her when they went to the mall the one day, "I figured. Thank you again for letting me come, I'm so excited. I can tell your mom is too. She sent me so many messages on Viber. Maybe even more excited than you, I hope you win your first Ballon D'or this year, Paulo," she told Paulo, his mother, Alicia already arrived at their hotel in Paris earlier.
He frowned. "Why didn't my mother send me photos? Does she love you more than her own son?" he fake gasped.
Nita smiled as Paulo handed their tickets and boarded the plane. "Pretty much, sorry Pablo."
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"Come on, I call you principessa, something nice and you call me Pablo! At least call me something like bello."
Nita looked at him. "But then I'd just be lying to you, Paulo. You don't want that do you?" she told him making Paulo roll his eyes and shake his head.
Nita gasped as they arrived at their seats, "Oh... my... goodness. This is-" she started but Paulo cut her off.
"-Amazing? I know, you're so lucky to have you. You'd be lying if you didn't agree."
Nita nodded as she grabbed the window seat, "Gotta admit, that's true. Thank you, Paulo! I love you so much!" she said, kissing his cheek.
Paulo smiled at her wishing she meant what she said.
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"Okay, if we're discussing boy names. I want our first child's name to be Paulo Jr. You know, like Cristiano Jr. And Neymar Jr," Paulo told Nita, they were about to land and they were suddenly talking about baby names.
Nita mentally widened her eyes, he said our. Does that mean he wants to have more kids with me, she thought. She thought he said that on purpose, but Paulo knew what he said. And he meant, he didn't know why he saw a future for them. Maybe it was because they were already having a child together.
"No! No thank you, if we have a child, we're either naming it Marco or Alejandro. Those are my two favourite names," she told him, it was true. Those were her two favourite names for a son.
"Why do I have a feeling you're saying Marco as in the Marco Asensio from Real Madrid?"
"How did you know? He is really hot, like really hot. Do you think you can hook me up with him? He is single right now. I would say Isco, but he just got a girlfriend," she playfully rolled her eyes, she found both of them attractive, but nothing beat Paulo.
"Isco's coming to the event too, why don't you ask him yourself?" he suggested.
"Well, he probably doesn't even know me. That'll be weird, like: Hey, I'm the girl Paulo Dybala got pregnant. Do you think you could give me Marco Asensio's number?"
Paulo snorted. "Yeah, that'll work. And I'm sure he knows you. Everyone knows you, do you see how many followers you have?"
Nita nodded, she was currently at 267k on Instagram. 3 months ago she barley had 1k. Was she that interesting?
"I mean, thanks for the followers. I appreciate it dearly, I make money now!" she joked, but she did really make money off of her Instagram insights.
Paulo chuckled, "That's great, but I don't really think you need that money."
Nita frowned and looked at him confused, "What does that mean?"
"Didn't you tell me your dad makes a lot of money?" he asked.
Nita slightly nodded and looked out the window, suddenly it was announced that they would arrive in Paris, France in 10 minutes. They fastened their seatbelts.
"Can I hold your hand?" she asked Paulo, "I've always hated landing."
Paulo nodded and held her hand, "You'll be fine. I promise," he assured her.
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It was 10 p.m. The two of them finally arrived at the luxury hotel and met up with Alicia. "Nita!" she said kissing her cheeks, "How are you, sweetie?"
"I'm amazing, Alicia. How are you?" she smiled.
"Wow, madre. Not even your own son?" Paulo frowned.
"Oh come here, I see you all the time, baby," she hugged her son and kissed his cheek as well, "I assume you two are tired?"
They both nodded, "But I need to meet up with manager first. You two go to the room, I'll be back soon. He just called him."
Nita and his mother nodded. "Don't come back too late, though."
"Alright, madre."
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hey guys!!! next chapter will be more interesting, i promise. this was kinda a filler and sucked but it's okay next chapter will probably make up for it :)
