Found Obsession

Chapter 69: Raven's Wedding II

Rose and Raven headed over to his room. Rose bit her lip could Rebecca possibly be jealous?

As Rose and Raven entered his dressing room, she was taken aback by the sight of three. Raven's best men, she realized, admiring their impeccable style. The three stood side by side in the mirror getting ready, each dressed in a midnight-black tuxedo that hinted at both elegance and mystery. Their suits, with a subtle sheen, caught the light, casting shadows over their frames. Each wore an ornate mask—dark and gilded, covering their faces, with intricate gold filigree swirling into delicate, almost haunting patterns. The masks concealed their identities, their eyes were hard to see as the mask provided a shadow over them, leaving only a sense of silent intensity. She felt a shiver, feeling their glances through the mirror.

"Rose," Teresa's voice broke her gaze. She turned to see Teresa in a sleek black dress, looking both elegant and slightly amused. "You better hurry up."

Rebecca appeared beside her in a robe, eyebrow raised. "You were gone for three hours and didn't do a thing?"

"Sorry, I fell asleep," Rose admitted sheepishly, cheeks warming with embarrassment. She noticed Rebecca gritting her teeth, but then Rebecca's tone softened.

"Oh well. Do you think you could help me with my makeup?"

Rose blinked in surprise, a thrill bubbling up at the idea. In the few memories she'd recovered, she hadn't done such things, not even with Sasha. She did not consider her make up lessons.

"Really?" Rose asked, unable to hide her excitement, though she felt everyone's gaze on her.

"Yeah, of course!" she replied, smiling at Raven, who chuckled at her enthusiasm. Without another word Rose followed Rebecca and Teresa tagged along back to Rebecca's dressing room. Inside, two other women were attempting to get ready amidst the clutter of empty wine bottles and a box beneath the table.

"Sorry, my friends grabbed a box from the kitchen," Rebecca explained, holding up a wine bottle. "Your chef said these were for the wedding."

"What?" Rose asked. Rose looked closer at the label and recognized it immediately. Phil must have grabbed the wines my parents rejected, she thought, amused. They'd been considered too "imperfect" for her parents' tastes, but Rose had found them sweet and pleasant.

Oh Phil I am going to kill you.

She caught Rebecca smirking at her, she finally looked happy at something. Deciding to keep the origin a secret, she simply smiled. "Are you sure these are fine? How do they taste?"

"They're amazing!" one of the women hiccuped, clearly tipsy. Are they getting drunk? Rose decided to keep it shut.

Teresa stood awkwardly near the door, watching the scene unfold. Rebecca noticed and turned to her. "One of my maids of honor couldn't make it. Teresa, would you mind filling in?"

Teresa's face lit up, and she nodded. "Yeah, sure!"

Rebecca sat in the chair, her expression poised, as Rose carefully began applying makeup. The makeup brands were unfamiliar to her, she could only recall the ones given to her. Her hands trembled slightly; it was her first time applying makeup on someone else out of practice.

Memories of her modeling months came back and her mother's strict guidance flooded back, making her fingers steady as she focused, treating Rebecca's face like a delicate canvas.

Rebecca's gaze lingered on her, sharp and observing, almost scrutinizing. Rose could feel the weight of her stare and was relieved when Teresa jumped in to help with Rebecca's hair, keeping the atmosphere lighter.