THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE BABY

Chapter 20

                         PHOENIX

Saturday came around quickly, and my dress was already prepared. Rome even arranged for a makeup artist, which was a thoughtful gesture.

I got dressed and had my hair styled by the makeup artist. The result was stunning; the makeup was light and flawless, enhancing my natural features.

"You look stunning," Camilla complimented when she saw me.

"Thanks," I replied, acknowledging her words.

"Rome is going to be blown away when he sees you like this," Camilla predicted, making me playfully scoff.

"He'd probably be more likely to vomit," I joked, and Camilla chuckled.

She added a final touch to my hair before stepping back to admire her work in the mirror.

"I wish you were Rome's wife," Camilla suddenly said, catching me off guard.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"Because you're fun," she replied with a smile, which made me smile too.

"It's time to go," we heard Rome call out.

"Take care," Camilla said, giving me a hug.

"Bye," I said as I left my room.

"Wait, let me escort you downstairs to witness Rome's reaction," Camilla suggested with a smile.

We walked downstairs together, and the first person we encountered was Rome.

"She's all ready," Camilla announced, her smile wide.

Rome looked up, his gaze meeting mine. I could feel his eyes scanning me from head to toe, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Told you," Camilla said triumphantly before darting back upstairs.

"Uhm-uhm Let's go," Rome said quietly, and we both exited the house.

He wasn't driving today, and security personnel were trailing us as we made our way to the car. Rome opened the door for me, and I slid into the seat.

The drive was uncomfortably silent, neither of us saying a word. Rome was dressed casually, as usual, and I couldn't help but notice that he didn't look bad at all.

The car came to a stop, indicating that we had arrived at our destination. Rome quickly got out of the car and circled around to open my door. It struck me then that I couldn't recall the last time I had opened or closed a door for myself.

The venue was breathtaking, a grand mansion that showcased the opulence of the wealthy. It made me wonder about the extravagant tastes of rich people. Personally, if I ever became wealthy, I'd opt for a peaceful retreat on a remote island far away from the hustle and bustle. But then again, how would I satisfy my craving for parties?

"Hold my hand," Rome said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

"Why?" I questioned, observing his outstretched hand.

"Well, there are plenty of businessmen here who wouldn't mind flirting with a pregnant woman," he explained.

"Well, it's not like I'm lacking in the 'horny' department," I retorted, meeting his gaze. His expression twisted into one of distaste.

"You're something else," he remarked, eliciting a chuckle from me before I placed my hand in his.

We entered the mansion, and I couldn't help but think, "Damn, rich people really consider this partying?"