Simply Nadia

Chapter 4

The stair case slowly opened up from the jet and settled onto the ground. Three men dressed in suits, who I assumed were more body guards, lined up inside the black rope that lead to the vehicle. Miss Canadian sauntered down the staircase like a movie star in her red, shimmering, dress. Words could not describe that woman.  When she descended from the stairs two men flanked either side of her.  A camera flashed. It was then that I noticed the small group of people hovering near the sleek black vehicle, outside of the rope. Some of them were chattering away to Miss Canadian, camera's flashing at her. But some of them focused on the entrance of the jet. They were waiting for me to emerge.

 Lucas appeared at my side, offering me his right arm. He had changed into a suit. He had also pulled his hair down, where it hung just a few inches above his chin. It a way it looked completely styled but in another, it looked messy. Totally, unlike my own.

 Miss Canadian had went all out on my hair and make up. I could tell that it was not something that she got to do often but enjoyed throughly. She somehow managed to make my flat, dull, hair sparkle and acquire volume. She pulled half of it up into a stylized bun and left the rest to fall into curls that framed my face. Having my hair done was not near as bad as having my make up done. She had stabbed me in the eyelid with an eyeshadow brush multiple times until my eyes shimmered with a pale pink that faded into a dark smokey shade. By the time she was done with my make up I felt like a plastic barbie doll.

 I shuffled over to Lucas' and took his arm to steady myself in dangerous rose gold heels that Miss Canadian demanded I wear.  

 "Ready?"

 I wanted to scream at him that 'No' I was not 'Ready', and that I would never be. I would never be ready for this change in my life. Everything I had ever known flipped upside down in just under twelve hours. I was not used to private jets, new edition cellphones, my own debit card, and elegant clothes that fit me perfectly.  And now, flashing camera's and people hovering around me. I was not used to this and I would never be 'Ready' for it. I wanted to tell him that what he asked me, was the stupidest question I'd ever received in my entire life.

 Me being the shy and unforward type of person, who usually bites her tongue, gave him a tight smile and said, hesitantly, "Please, don't let me fall down the stairs in these shoes. I'm afraid I'll break my ankles in them."

 Lucas' eyes crinkled around the edges as he laughed. "I promise I won't let you fall. Though, you might want change them once you're in the car. Your bag is in there already."

 "That sounds like a great idea. Thank you."

   Suddenly, when we stepped onto the stairs the crowd rushed forward. There were so many of them that I could hardly make out what any of them said. We slowly descended the stair case, Lucas one step in front of me just in case I fell. I tried to focus on each step; but it was hard to do with tons of people surrounded me, voices overlapping one another, camera's flashing. Once we were off the steps the third body guard fell behind Lucas and I. His hand pressed into my back, pushing me forward. 

 Lucas helped me climb awkwardly into the sleek vehicle. He slid into the seat next to the window and motioned for me to sit beside him. Once I was seated the third body guard sat down next to me. I was wedged between the two of them.

 In the seat in front of me, it was the same for Miss Canadian. She too, was wedged in between two body guards. I wondered if his was how it was going to be anywhere I went 'until things die down.'

 When the car jolted forward, Lucas handed me my ratty black Vans. I silently mouthed 'Thank you' instead of saying it aloud, so that I would not alert Miss Canadian. If she knew I was going to wear my Vans she throw a fit.