Chapter 8 -
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- Valid tonight at 8:00? Oh. - Of course. I quickly type in those seven letters and squeeze the send. I take a picture of our conversation and send it to the girls to chat together. Their joy can almost be compared to mine, although with joy comes anxiety, a little fear of the unknown. Still, how to meet someone new if I’m not dating, and Oliver is the kind of relationship every woman would want. I let the girls express their ideas and joy in the chat, and I fill my bathtub. Scented salts and candles, I think I need relaxation. "Okay, Isabella, this is how a normal acquaintance goes. The guy approached me, though, with a strange intrusion. But look, it worked and I'm interested. Now we have a meeting, that's it. It's just that Oliver is not a student who would f**k me in the woods, but in his bed ", I discuss with myself. Then I hear the door of the apartment open and my mother's voice calling to me. I get out of the tub shouting, "I'm getting dressed, I'm coming!" However, I first look in the mirror and order myself: “Stop analyzing. You'll find out tonight. " I put on a bathrobe and then go to my mom. I spend the rest of the day with her, and later retire to my room to get ready. "No, I'm not ready for this, I have nothing to wear." I look in my colorful closet and nothing seems serious enough to me for a man like Oliver. I take comfort, if he wanted a model or a star, he wouldn't be looking for her at a club like Smooth's.
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