The Happy Ending Factory [ON HOLD UNTIL JULY]

Chapter 6 ; All dolled up

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I entered the building and told the elevator guy to go to the top floor. Tara lives in a beautiful penthouse in the middle of the upper eastside of Manhattan. It's near school actually. So if we get together during the week, it's at her place.

I rang the bell.

"Who's there? Is it a hot Italian guy named Alessandro? "I heard Tara's voice say.

"No, it's me darling, that gorgeous girl you're experimenting with. Are you having an affair?" I said, my voice laced with hurt.

The door swung open and the smell of pizza flooded the hallway. Tara was standing there like a butler, one arm behind her back, one inviting me inside.

"You must be kidding me?!? Pizza Paradise?" I squealed, almost running into her.

"Yep."

"Which toppings?"

"Hawaii with bacon crust for you and 6 cheeses for me. Because who loves regular pizzas anyway. Normal is boring." She said guiding me towards the kitchen.

She had stalled out all the alcohol of the liquor bar while the pizzas were getting crusty in the oven.

We had something... you can call it a ritual, we called it Pizza Paradise. It's a sleepover, where we order regular pizzas but pimp them. The host would create a temporary cocktail bar and we would have this heavenly girl's night.

"This is way better than going to a club." I beamed at her.

"Oh, you thought you would get a night off?"

I looked at her with a puzzled, slightly disappointed pout.

"You'll see, just choose your cocktail for now, you'll need it." She winked at me, adding some soda to her now finished Mojito.

"Surprise me." I winked at her.

Once she had finished my Blue Margarita we went upstairs. Yes, that is possible in a penthouse. Oh to the fucking God... She had stalled out all of her beauty products and makeup on her makeup table, a Star-of-the-show makeup table like mine but bigger. She had opened the doors of her walk-in closet, which was huge as well. But it's kind of necessary if you look at the amount of clothes, shoes, bags and jewelry she owns. Finally, a dozen of magazines were spread all over her bed, they weren't scattered though. They were neatly stacked. A staple of diet and work-out magazines, a staple of fashion magazines and a staple of gossip magazines.

"You have a choice, love." She said, a creepily enthusiastic smile growing, "Or you are going to sit down voluntarily and let me do everything I want without nagging. Or I'm gonna make you."

"You can be really creepy, T, it's not much of a choice so I'll be cooperating as long as you keep the pizza and blue Margaritas coming." I said sitting down in the chair in defeat.

I made myself comfortable in her awesome chair, taking the first sip of my cocktail. She was right. I was gonna need it. The lights surrounding the mirror highlighted every little imperfection of my skin. The light reflected in my eyes, creating a white circle around my iris. I smoothed down my wild hair before she was going to violate it with every possible comb and brush she owned.

I finally relaxed taking a bite of the heavenly delicious pizza, thinking about James finally noticing me.

"Why do you always startle me with this kind of stuff?" I said taking another bite of my pizza while looking at her in the mirror.