Collided worlds

Chapter 25

Katherine's pov

The day of said ball finally arrived. It has been now 4 hours since i stepped out of the meeting room in the 'Main house' after talking with Asher and some other guys including Killian, Bash and Theo about the ball. We made some plans, took some safety measures.

"You'll be prepared for the ball in one hour. Your dress has already been chosen by yours truly." Is the last thing Asher said to me before he went in his room and hasn't gotten out since. I assumed he was busy with work or something.

True to his statement, exactly an hour later, a girl knocked at my door, asking if she could enter. She had bags around her shoulders, in which was the dress or so i thought. Her named was Camila, this one. She was nice, too nice.

"Light makeup?" She repeated my request, earning a nod from me. "Yes, i don't want to look.... You know." I tried to explain. She smiled at me, "Yes, I know. Like the Kardashians, their face always caked in makeup." I had no idea what she was talking about but i pretended otherwise. "Yeah."

I stood in front of the mirror, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my t-shirt. I had never been to a ball before, and the thought of being surrounded by so many people made my stomach churn. Camila stood behind me, a makeup brush in her hand.

She expertly applied a layer of foundation, followed by a soft pink blush. She then moved on to my eyes, expertly blending shades of gold and brown to create a smoky look. I watched in awe as she expertly applied eyeliner and mascara, making my eyes pop.

Next, she moved on to my hair, letting it fall in soft waves around my shoulders. She then straightened it, creating a sleek and polished look. My hair wasn't curly but i never knew it could be straighter. I couldn't believe how beautiful i looked when she was done with me. She took my request and did a simple yet breathtaking art on my face.

I turned to face the her as she removed the dress from the bag and placed it on the bed. I saw the black gown lying there, its fabric shimmering in the light. I slipped it on, feeling the silky material slide over my skin. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, and I felt like a princess which was funny considering i sort of already was a princess. But i have never worn this kind of dress before. It felt different. Like a real princess. The one you see in movies, cartoons. The one you read about.

"Your man got taste." She said, earning a look from me. My man? She was wrong- questionably wrong yet i wanted her to be partly right. Jesus what the hell was i talking about? I have lost it. I have lost my mind.

"Damn." She checked me out, smirking. "You look like extremely hot. I am so proud of myself right now."

"You did an amazing job." I praised, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.

"Aw." She cooed, grinning. "But i didn't. You, darlin', are a natural." I thanked her as she packed her stuff, still unable to believe how beautiful she made me look. I felt confident, really confident.
"He told me to tell you to come downstairs once you're ready which you are so.... " She smiled, "Time to go."

Despite Camila's vote of confidence, i felt like I didn't look good enough- good enough for Asher. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was out of place, that I didn't belong in this world of elegance and refinement. I felt self-conscious, like all eyes were on me, judging me and the only pair of eyes in this room has done nothing but make me feel confident

As I descended the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest, I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. I saw a beautiful woman staring back at me, but I couldn't help but nitpick at every flaw. My hair wasn't perfect, my makeup wasn't flawless, and my dress didn't fit quite right.

I tried to shake off the feeling of inadequacy, to remind myself that I was worthy of being here. But as I approached Asher, I couldn't help but feel like an imposter. I knew that I needed to push past my insecurities and get through the night, but it was easier said than done.

"Wow." He breathed, clearing his throat. He didn't look bad, he didn't look bad at all. He looked gorgeous. A smile made its way onto his face, his eyes lighting up with adoration. "You look so fucking beautiful."

"You look beautiful too." I muttered, blushing real hard by now but meaning every word. He took my hand, walked me towards a mirror in the living room. As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my dress again, Asher approached me from behind. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek before reaching around to clasp a stunning pearl and diamond necklace around my neck.

I gasped as I caught a glimpse of the necklace in the mirror. It was absolutely breathtaking, with lustrous pearls and sparkling diamonds that caught the light with every movement. The necklace looked incredibly expensive, with a timeless elegance that spoke to Asher's impeccable taste.

As I ran my fingers over the smooth pearls and shimmering diamonds, Asher leaned in and whispered in my ear, "There's a tiny camera hidden in between the diamonds."

I couldn't help but laugh at his cleverness. "You think of everything, don't you?"

Asher simply shrugged, a playful grin on his lips. "It will be useful once inside. If something goes wrong, my men will be backup."

"Are we bringing any weapons?" I asked, earning a smirk from him. "Sweetheart, you don't walk into the enemy's house without backup. Of course we are bringing weapons."

"Right." I sighed, "Where do we put them?"

He smiled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. "Lift up your dress." He demanded, going on his knees in front of me. And i did, i lifted up my dress, earning yet another smirk from him. "What are you doing?"

Instead of replying, he removed a leg holster from wherever he put them. His fingers, slowly teasing my inner thighs before his hands deftly worked to secure the leg holster around my left thigh. The leather felt cool against my skin and I shivered.

"Is it too tight?" Asher asked, pausing his movements.

I shook my head, biting my lip with a feeling i didn't quite recognized. "You sure?" He asked again, his fingers still on my thighs. I looked down at him, mentally rolled my eyes when I saw the smirk still tugging on his lips. "Stop whatever you're doing." I warned, not meaning it this time.

"Im not doing anything." He grinned, his hands reaching to open the drawer on our left, removing two guns and two knives. He handed me the gun first, and I held it gingerly, feeling its weight and the cold metal against my palm.

"Remember, safety always comes first," Asher said, and I nodded, grateful for his guidance.

With careful precision, Asher showed me how to slip the gun into the holster strapped to my thigh and secure it into place. He did the same with the knives, one on each side of the gun.

When he was finished, he stood up and held out his hand, waiting for me to slip mine in between. I felt awkward and a little unstable, having never worn a leg holster on my bare thighs before, but Asher steadied me and smiled reassuringly.

"You look ready for anything," He smiled and i immediately felt a surge of confidence and excitement, knowing that I was now equipped to defend myself if necessary. With Asher by my side, I felt prepared to face any challenge that came my way.

Asher directed us towards a sleek, black limousine waiting outside. The driver opened the door for us, and we stepped inside. The interior was plush and luxurious, with leather seats and mood lighting. As we settled in, Asher took my hand, sensing my nervousness. Anyone would be nervous, we were basically about to walk into the unknown.