Chapter 1: The Girls
Marcella POV
Tonight was fessing up to be an honest to god, disaster. First, I had to cover a shift at the last minute, and then somebody stole my dress from the dryer.
Imagine your life going to shit and the only way you can make it better, is a girls night out. I needed it and I am not sure I am going to get it.
“Gulia ma che stai facendo? Ma sei così lenta!” I yelled out as I was putting on my heels.
(Giulia what are you doing? You are so slow). Gulia is in the room next door to mine, and has been there for the past thirty minutes, looking for her lip-gloss.
Looking through the pile of dresses I rescued and washed from the lost and found, my eyes settle on two beautiful matching options. Hell yeah. I quickly change into a dress, before laying on the bed and turning on my back.
I scooted to the edge of my bed, so that my head could hang off, preserving my hairstyle. I needed a proper girls night, one that starts with pre-drinks and dancing to music, so far I was 0-0.
I could hear the rest of the hostel coming alive. Even though as workers we have the option to split a room, or have our own, the walls are all the same: thin.
“Parlami in Inglese per favore. Lo voglio praticare.” Gulia yelled back.
(Speak to me in English please, I want to practice).
I met Gulia last week when I first got back to Italy and we instantly hit it off. She came to the club at the hostel to meet people, so I’ve been sneaking her into the workers quarters and she’d been staying in my room. When Riley, the girl in the room next to me, caught me sneaking Gulia in, she laughed and kept it quiet. That’s how we gained an Australian bartender in our midst and became a trio. An Italian Nigerian, an Italian and an Australian bartender walk into a bar-
My phone dings. Riley.
“If you’re still at the hostel can you bring my setting spray?”
Another ding.
“Also hurry up”
Since Gulia is already in Riley’s room...she could do it.
“Can you put Riley’s setting spray in your purse? ” I yelled out to Gulia.
What I got back was a stomp “Yes!”
Since Gulia is leaving for Rome tomorrow and Riley is leaving for Milan on Sunday, tonight is our last chance to go out and celebrate in style. A friend of mine, who works the door at a couple of clubs, invited us out and promised VIP treatment, that’s if we came on time.
After the week I have had, I need this, the distraction, the stumbling around drunk on the taste of a summer night breeze.
I couldn’t help but reread the text that my personal hell sent, starting our fight. “I just don’t understand how you could be so busy. I get it you are working and in Italy, probably meeting up with friends, and school etc. But it feels like an excuse for you to change and meet better people. Leaving me behind. ”
Taking a deep breath I exit the thread.
“Girl just hurry up. Niccolò is manning the door tonight and he hates when people are late”.
Getting Gulia to be ready on time doesn’t get easier. As the blood starts getting to my head I flip around, noticing two feet at the edge of the bed.
My eyes slowly travel upwards and I make eye contact with Gulia
Gulia pouts, “Ok, I just need shoes and I’m ready”.
I clear my throat, “About that, you might have to change one more time.”
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