"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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{AUTHOR+ISABELLA'S POV}
INT. SOO-MIN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
I perched on the stool, my reflection wavering in the dimly lit mirror. Soo-min, stood behind me, wielding an arsenal of makeup brushes. The room smelled of foundation and anticipation.
"Ready for your undercover mission, Isabella?" She asked grinning.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. But if it helps us catch the thief who's been pilfering our dealers, I'll endure sequins, stilettos, and whatever else you throw my way." I said being little nervous.
My reflection stared back—a no-nonsense businesswoman and a mafia queen with sharp eyes and a mind like a steel trap. Tonight, though, I'd shed that persona
"First, we need to transform you. Darker eyeshadow to smolder, smoky liner for mystery, and—" She said while doing my eye make-up.
"Wait, are you contouring my cheekbones or drawing a treasure map?" I quipped.
Shelaughs, "Both! Now, pout those lips. Red lipstick—bold and enticing. You're not just Isabella tonight; you're someone they won't forget."
As Soo-min worked her magic, my nerves gave way to curiosity. I was about to infiltrate who's behind these all!
"What if someone recognizes me?" I asked her.
"Trust me, Isabella. No one will. You'll be the mysterious dancer they can't take their eyes off. Besides, who expects the fierce businesswoman to shimmy under the spotlight?" She assured me.
The final stroke of mascara, the last dab of glitter—it was done. My reflection revealed a sultry stranger, my eyes smoldering, lips inviting. I felt ridiculous and exhilarated all at once.
"Perfect! Now slip into that slinky dress—the black lace bodycon dress that screams 'seductive intrigue". Remember: dance like your life depends on it." She said and I huffed.
I took a deep breath, ready to step into the unknown.
Isabella stepped out, her transformed appearance shimmering under the dim light. The black lace bodycon dress clung to her curves, and sequins adorned her skin like stardust. Soo-min's makeup had turned her into a sultry stranger—a woman who belonged in the shadows.
Max and Louie, waiting near the door, exchanged stunned glances. Max's jaw dropped, and Louie's eyes widened. They'd seen Isabella in power suits, negotiating deals with unwavering confidence. But this—this was a revelation.
"Is that Isabella?" Max wishpered to Louie.
"I think so. But damn, she's... looking hot." Louie's voice barely audible.
Isabella sashayed toward them, heels clicking on the floor. Her eyes held determination, but there was a hint of vulnerability—the kind that came from stepping into uncharted territory.
