Chapter 14: Getting Ready

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by MJJDancer777

by MJJDancer777

Of course this sweet moment couldn't last long, because the phone rang.

Michael rolled over to answer it. "Paul? Hey, how was the meeting? Good." He bit his lip, furrowing his brow. "Tonight? I think we can do that. We'll be ready in an hour. Bye." He put the phone back on the hook.

"We're going to a party in an hour. I would start getting ready now," he advised.

I looked down at my wrinkled clothing. "How fancy is this party?" I asked.

"Very fancy."

That was enough of an answer for me. I unzipped all my suitcases. "What are you wearing?"

"A suit," was the reply I got from the other room.

"Normal or sparkly?"

"Normal with a gold tie," he called back.

"I don't have time to do make-up!" I exclaimed.

Mike jogged back into the room. "I'll call Karen up. She's my make-up artist."

I gritted my teeth. He was always making me last-minute things.

Within twenty minutes, I was sitting in a chair, bright lights and a mirror facing me. I tried to stay as patient as possible as Karen applied make-up.

Meanwhile Michael was holding up dresses behind her. He was looking irritated by the time he got to the seventh dress. But this one was perfect.

I tapped on the arm of the chair urgently to signal my approval. Karen tipped my head back and put my eyeliner on.

Mike disappeared. He was good with fashion, which didn't surprise me. He was naturally creative.

Finally she was finished. I admired her work in the mirror. It wasn't very heavy make-up compared to what most women wore now. The only bold thing about it was the rose lip color.

Karen removed the hair curlers from my head. My hair fell into perfection.

Michael came back. His jaw dropped at the sight of my face. Karen stepped back as he strode over.

"God, you have no idea how hard it is not to kiss you right now," he whispered.

I smirked. "Later." I rose from the chair. "Where's the dress?"

"In your room."

I ran into my bedroom and squeezed myself in the dress. Mike had laid out jewelry for me. I rushed to put it all on.

"Maybe we'll be early," I said when we were in the limo ten minutes later.

"Good. That means we'll have an excuse to leave earlier," Michael grumbled.

I looked at him intently. He had forced me out of the room to get his own make-up done. Without an explanation. It was quite strange. I'd seen him naked plenty of times before, why wouldn't he let me see him while Karen did his make-up? He only had eyeliner on, which was common for male artists lately.

I tried to push away the bad thoughts. "There's no need to be grumpy," I said simply. "I'm the one wearing heels."

He attempted a small laugh. It just made the atmosphere awkward. I just wanted to leap out of the limo when we stopped.

Michael eyed me warily. "There's gonna be a lot of press. It's a release party." He stepped out onto the sidewalk.

I scooted across to the other side of the seat. Mike held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and he helped me out into the open.

I was immediately bombarded with flashes of light. It was overwhelming. "Smile," he hissed in my ear. I obeyed. He held my hand and led me inside.

(Sorry for the long wait! I had really bad writers' block so I didn't know what to write!)