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ANOTHER SNIPPET GUYS!!!!
My feet carried my towards the venue being ready for another media day at the Monaco Historic GP.
The Monaco glittering sun bathed my tan skin as my curls lay bouncy beneath my Prada sunglasses resting on the top of my head acting as my headband for the day. It was going to be the first time I see Lando since his first ever formula one win in Miami as I had to fly out to NYC for other makeup clients for the MET.
The smile evident on my glossed lips couldn't be denied for two reasons:
1.Lando just got his first ever f1 win
2.im about to see the British man I have a fat crush on who also happened to kiss me on the cheek saying "he really liked me" last time I saw him
I was practically flying.
Until the bone crush hit me.
Her blonde hair and tiny frame could be seem walking with him, his hand on the small of her back as they stayed close together.
Im such an idiot, im such a fool. Really Amara? You really thought he'd choose you over her. The actress. The model. Prettier. Skinnier.Better.
And there's you. A silly little team makeup artist and hair stylist.
My entire face dropped to the ground as I could feel the hot tears slowly start to form in my freshly winged eyes.
No you are not fucking crying in front of them, get it together Mara.
I batted my long and thick mascara coated eyelashes, blinking the tears away as I drew closer to walking past them. My hands reached for my sunglasses, placing them over my eyes swiftly as I walked out of the garage while they were coming inside.
With my chin up and shoulders back, I fluffed up my brunette ringlets placing them behind my shoulders as I walked right past the couple not giving them a second glance to notice the way Lando's mouth opened and closed in attempt to greet me realising what an asshole he is in that very second.
Fuck them, enta eih? (what are you?)