"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Just as Dakota said, right at the stroke of 5 PM, Charlie, the chauffeur came to pick me up.
He drops me at Antonio, and instantly I am taken by two makeup artists, who right away start doing their magic on me.
"Your skin is so perfect, it's making the foundation jealous." Leo comments, blending away.
"Um.. Thanks, I guess." I smile, and suddenly his hand pauses dramatically in the air.
"You guess?" He blinks at me, raising his pink trimmed brows. "Honey, in the world of glamour, there is no room for guessing. You own it!"
"That's right!" Mickey, who is busy styling my hair, jaws in. "When someone compliments you, take it, eat it, devour it completely and let it fuel your soul, so that it dazzles so bright that people need glasses to withstand your glow."
I smile at their attempt to puff me up. "Thanks, but I am just not used to getting compliments."
"What kind of envious bitches you live with! I mean, look at these cheekbones. They could cut the glass!" Leo exclaims, brushing golden dust on them and making me smile.
It somehow reminds me of Ana, my soul-sister in the form of a friend I had years ago. After that fight night, she didn't talk to me again, and I never really found any excuse to contact her back.
I really miss her!
After an entire hour of painting my face, we finally get down to dressing up. Black velvet dress easily glides on and hug my figure like a possessive boyfriend I never had.
"Wow! I really look hot." I admire, watching my siren shape in the mirror, and my baddie makeup on top.
"Darling! If hotness was a picture, it would be your face right now." Leo chimes and I smile, gulping my insecurities and like they said, own the compliments.
I lift myself up in the five-inch heel, and take a shaky step. One wrong step and I'll lose my front teeth.
"Walk boldly, like you are stepping on the throat of your haters." Mickey advises me and I grin, trying to catwalk in them, until I smoothly carry myself.
"Now go out there and slay! Be sexy, be fierce, and most importantly, be a Queen, who doesn't give a flying lipstick to anyone." Leo says with a sassy snap of his fingers.
"Have fun and don't trip." Mickey warns me as he escorts me to the door. "And even if you do, make it the most sexy fall in the history that Henry Cavill comes rushing to pick you up." He winks at me before letting me go.
I laugh. These two are too much!
But that's exactly what I need in my monotonous life. Too much fun! Too much drama! Too much excitement!
Yet, I feel a kick of nervousness as I walk out of Antonio's showroom, and spot the sleek black car waiting outside, especially the man beside it.
Dakota is standing by the car, deeply engrossed in a serious phone conversation.
