Chapter 8

INTIMACY

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(Dinner)

Rosanna's P O V

"Girlfriend be fast, your hair is still not parked. It's 7:00pm already," Tara kept shouting as she ran up and down the house to get me a dress.

I just sat down in front of the mirror thinking about about the outing.

Why on Earth could he want to meet up with me?

Does he find me attractive and wants to have me in his bed cause I know that's the only thing he does with ladies, especially celebrities.

"Rosanna!! Come on, get up and try this dress," Tara yelled standing behind me.

I turned and saw a red armless dress with her, one of my best dresses actually. Then I sighed, got up and collected the dress from her and changed into it.

"Gosh Ros, what are you thinking? You have been sitting down without dressing up your hair all this while?" She shriked then pushed me to the bed. I sat down and she started working on my hair while I kept thinking.

I hope he doesn't wa