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Will two distinct people who don't believe in love find themselves in tangled hearts deep in love, that beats and yearns after each other or will their truth tear them apart because of their non-belie...
When I got back to the suite, I felt lightheaded from everything that had happened and just wanted a cold shower to relax my mind. Afterward, I would put together my notes and recordings from both the meeting in the conference room and the restaurant.
With that thought, I pulled off my clothes, wrapped myself in a soft cotton towel, wiped off my makeup, and headed to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath.
Once I was done, I applied a light body spray and a bit of cream mixed with olive oil, which made my skin glow. I slipped into a sleek, black satin robe, tied my hair up in a messy bun, then lowered the air conditioner a bit as the suite was chilled. I walked to the kitchen to grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge.
As I was about to head back to my room to work on the meeting reports, I heard the doorbell ring, followed by a light knock. Curious, I walked over to the mini CCTV monitor near the suite's entrance to check who it was.
For a moment, I had this anxious, pleasant thought that it could be Mr. Alexander. But I quickly dismissed it. Why would Mr. Alexander ring the bell or knock when he has free access to his own suite? He could simply use his master key card or fingerprint to enter, I reminded myself as I checked the monitor.
Oh! It must be Mr. Alexander's stylist, the one he mentioned at the restaurant would meet me here to get me ready for the hotel's opening dinner. I said to myself as I spotted a man dressed runway-stylish with two women by his side, holding a long rack of gowns and a set of beauty tools.
I opened the door, expecting a stylist, but to my shock and amazement, I realized who it was. Oh my God! It was Olivier Louis. I was starstruck.
Olivier Louis, the top designer in the fashion world, was here to style me! I could barely believe it-I'm not even an A-list celebrity like his usual clients.
"Um... Hello! I'm Aurora," I stammered, excitement rushing through me. "Wow, I'm such a huge fan of yours! I follow your trends religiously in Vogue. I'm shocked and beyond thrilled to meet you in person." I spoke with so much enthusiasm as I welcomed them into the suite. His assistants immediately started setting up the glam station.
"I'm pleased to meet you, darling. Now have a seat; we have a lot to do, and time's ticking." Olivier spoke in a charming French accent, directing one assistant to start on my toenails and the other on my fingernails while he prepared to style my hair. He showed me a picture on his iPad of a hairstyle that would perfectly complement my face and hair texture. Wow, I felt like Cinderella being prepped for the ball.
As they worked, I couldn't resist asking Olivier questions-it's not every day you meet a top designer. He answered every single one with warmth and kindness. I was amazed at how down-to-earth he was, so different from what I had imagined. Many high-profile designers carry an air of arrogance, but Olivier was the opposite-charming and approachable, the kind of person you would want as a best friend.
"Sorry for bombarding you with questions," I said sheepishly as he styled my hair.
"Not at all, Aurora," he replied. "I've met plenty of fans, and I appreciate every one of them. Whether you're a celebrity or someone just starting out in fashion, I value the support. So, feel free to ask as many questions as you like."
I smiled. "How did you meet Mr. Alexander?"
"I met Alexander through his sister, Ashley. We went to university together and both studied interior design and architecture. But after graduating, I pursued my dream of becoming a fashion designer. It's been my passion since I was four years old, and I haven't regretted a single moment, even though the journey had its challenges. And here I am today, known as Olivier Louis, top fashion designer," he said with a smile, handing me a mirror to admire my new hairstyle.
"Oh my gosh, this looks incredible!" I gasped. My hair was soft, curly, and voluminous, the color rich and deep. "Thank you, Olivier, this is stunning."
"You're welcome, darling. But don't thank me yet; I'm not finished with you. Next, I'll give you a smoky, sophisticated makeup look. When I'm done, men will be falling at your feet," he teased as he spun my chair around to start my makeup.
Minutes later, I stared at my reflection in awe. "Wow, I look gorgeous!" I said aloud, still in disbelief at how transformed I felt.
"You look absolutely stunning, dear. Now, let's move on to the dresses. We need something that screams elegance and sophistication," Olivier said, guiding me to the rack of gowns.
I felt like royalty. As his assistants attended to every detail, I knew the gowns before me were custom-made, each piece as unique as the next. Olivier handed me three gowns to try on, and the third one-a deep burgundy gown-fit perfectly.
"That's the one," Olivier said with pride. "Pair this with these clear heels and some diamond accessories, and you'll be the belle of the ball."
I smiled as his assistants helped me put on the clear heels that sparkled like glass, along with diamond earrings and a matching bracelet.
"Now, you're ready for the dinner, darling," Olivier said as he glanced at his phone. "Oh, Alexander just texted me. He's on his way here to pick you up. He decided to get ready at his friend's suite to give you privacy. I've never seen him go to such lengths for anyone before... You must be special to him, Aurora." Olivier smiled warmly.
I couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and pleasure at his words. I didn't believe Mr. Alexander felt anything special for me, but his thoughtful gestures, like giving me his suite to prepare in, made me wonder.
"Olivier, before you leave, can we take a picture together? And my friend Olivia back in New York is a huge fan of yours. Could I get an autograph for her?" I asked eagerly.
"Of course, sweetheart. Let's take a picture, and I'll happily sign an autograph for your friend. In fact, I'll post a photo of you wearing my custom-made gown on my upcoming Vogue edition. You look absolutely beautiful in it," he said as we took several photos, and he signed autographs for both me and Olivia.
Minutes after Olivier left, while I was in my room applying perfume, I heard the door open slightly. My heart skipped a beat-it must be Mr. Alexander. He was the only one with access to the suite. I picked up my phone and clutch purse, ready to meet him.♡
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Happy Valentine's Day to all my lovely readers! 💘♡♥️🍷Hope you enjoyed this chapter-I can't wait for what's coming next!🥰
