"How about this,” he started, making a very tempting offer as he challenged her to wake up before hun every day for a week and in return he’ll do all the cooking for a whole month. And let’s just say… the man can cook. ”Hmmm” she hmmmed while thinking for a moment, raising her brow ”Challenge accepted” she said with a smirk, taking on the challenge.
“My grandmother, ELIZABETH TAYLOR, gave it to me before she died. What am I supposed to remember her by Yara? You made me lose the one thing I had left of her,”
Yara let out a muted chuckle, shaking her head at his comment, ”Well damn” she said ”maybe the flying car in the parking that was inherited to you from your grandmother Elizabeth Taylor and was inherited to her by your great great grandpa could do the trick?” she added in a playful joking tone, crossing her arms
”I’m very capable of handling your mom don’t worry” she said as he told her she’d have to explain to him mom why he can’t call her ”Though you can just steal Jordan’s phone and call her” she added, pretend whispering and covering the side of her mothe so jordan won’t hear, but not really.
“Fine; go get ready. I’ll plan my phone funeral myself,” he said and started acting out a dramatic sad funeral for his best friend and live partner, his phone. rip. Yara found it so funny but she tried holding herself from laughing, it was a funeral after all wasn’t it? so she put her hand in front of her mouth to hide the idiotic smile. “I can’t even look at you anymore Yara,” he added, walking away sneaking a wink as the girl chuckled while shaking her head.
As Riker had left, Yara went her own way to get ready for the show. She had a beautiful long dark green dress which she absolutely adored. But as she had a bit trouble with wearing it, Mareena helped her out. Yara went on and finished all the getting ready, getting beautifuly fixed up from top to bottom. But even with that, getting into all this hair and makeup, having her hair pulled back tight and evil stilettos, Yara was now ready for the show. She did like it, the stage, the attention, dressing up… but she was never the kind of girl to like being bombarded with makeup, shoes that can count as a murder weapon and have her hair wrapped up so tightly it could probably cause her some severe brain damage. She liked her freedom, she liked doing things the way she likes, calling her own shots and feeling her legs while she’s doing it. So as Yara was sent to the runway, she confidently entered the stage, with her long dress flowing. But as she did, her mind went like fcuk it and she let her hair down loose swiftly taking her shoes off and throwing them aside, at her friends in the crowd.
Yara, now barefoot and with her flowing black hair now loose, flaunting her curves and the dress as she confidently walked along the runway. She was a dancer after all, so the moves, the poses, they came naturally to her as she reached the end of the runway and posed confidently to the crowd, smoothly turning away and walking back to the backstage area, lightly turning her head to wink before disappearing in the backstage.
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