A Vegas Mishap (#2)

Blueberry or Pistachio

Ophelia

"Bye, mama. Bye, dad," Ethan said waving at them as we entered the elevator.

They waved back as the elevator door shut.

"We should have dropped them," I told him.

"Dad said his car is parked here and mama's hotel is on the other side of the city. She said she'll take the cab," he told me and I nodded.

When we reached the penthouse, Ethan opened the door, and we got in.

"Finally!" I groaned as I plopped myself on the couch.

"I thought you enjoyed the trip," he chuckled sitting next to me.

"I did but, this is more comfortable than your car," I said closing my eyes and laying my head on the headrest.

"That it is," he said and pulled the small strand of my hair out.

"Stop it," I rolled my eyes and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Tell me where did you get your hair colored?" he asked.

"Why are you so interested in my hair color?" I rolled my eyes.

"I have never seen such bright red hair in my life. They have caught my attention since the first time I saw you in Vegas," he told me honestly, "Did you get it done in Italy?"

"They are not colored. They are natural," I shrugged.

"Really? So bright?" he frowned.

"Yes. Nothing that you see in me is artificial. It is all from birth," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Not even your teeth? Like you've never had braces or stuff?" he asked me.

"Not even my teeth," I said proudly.

"Wow. Why?"

"What do you mean why? I am comfortable the way I am. I like how I was made and I don't think anyone can do a better job than god himself. I am happy this way. Proud in my own skin. Why do you think I don't use makeup either?" I shrugged.

He chuckled, "That one has to be the contradiction of the century."

I rolled my eyes, "What's even so shocking in that? I mean some people like makeup, some people like less makeup, I like being in my own skin."

"I just feel it is just weird because you do business in it and you don't use it," he shrugged.

"Have you ever looked behind the pack? Do you know how many chemicals they use? I don't like to use it because it is really harmful and bad for our skin," I shrugged.

"Then, why did you start a business in it?" he asked me curiously.

I shrugged, "It is a very profitable industry."

He scoffed, clearly not believing it, "Yeah, right."

"Yes, seriously," I said and he looked at me in shock.

I rolled my eyes, "I am a businesswoman, Ethan. I am not a saint and I don't like to pretend to be one either. There are things in life about which I am really practical. When I was planning to start a business, I was just another new person trying their luck in the business world. I had to choose a business that would actually give me good profits because I was taking a huge risk and no one would start or invest in something unprofitable. Makeup industry was the most profitable one amongst all the options I had. I saw a good opportunity and I grabbed it. If I wouldn't have done, it someone else would have because it wasn't like everyone else was suddenly going to stop using makeup too, right? I already had some plus points for this one like Taylor was ready to model for it and also, become a partner. I was also inspired by one of my friends, who had an Indian heritage and she told me all about Ayurvedic methods that her mother used to use. I thought I could use these natural ideas instead of the chemicals. Thus, I decided to go for it and, see, that's exactly what makes Belle popular. So, you can judge me for it, but, this is who I am. I choose my options based on the call of the situation instead of what's moral."