An Imperfect Beauty and Her Beast

You're The Closest To Heaven That I'll Ever Be

 Giovanna’s POV

Dinner was normal except for the fact that I was internally dying. I wanted to run from my seat and just kiss the guy already. He looked so handsome in his suit and his hair – his hair! It’s short! I was so used to his longer black hair that I was shocked at first. Of course, his hair wasn’t that long, but it still made a difference.

I could feel his gaze on me, which only made me feel self conscious. I excused myself before I could feel myself grow even more red. If that was even possible.

“You’re not going to lose your shoe while climbing through the window, are you?” he joked.

I nervously laughed and waved my hand hopefully in nonchalant way while I fast-walked to the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, I finally breathed. But when I looked myself in the mirror, I almost fainted. My makeup looked sloppy and my hair - I didn’t even want to look at for a long time. The braid had come out piece at a time, making me look like an exotic bird. No wonder he was looking at me so intently, he was probably thinking who won the fight.

I untangled the braid, letting my hair fall into loose curls. This was the one time I was grateful for wavy hair and how easily curly it could get. Who knew it would save my ass? I looked through the cabinets for things that could be useful in my five minute makeover. I was able to find a hair brush and some makeup remover, but no makeup. That didn’t really affect me considering I am completely clueless when it comes to applying makeup.

I brushed out my hair, untangling the knots and actually succeeding in making it look good. I dug in one of the drawers for some bobby pins while unscrewing the makeup remover cover. I was able to find two pins so I pinned one side of my hair up with the two, while the other side hung nicely over part of my face. That would help with this whole makeup fiasco. I glopped on the creamy stuff under and on the sides of my eyes. I don’t know how my eye makeup smeared so much. It was most likely me rubbing my eyes unintentionally.

The sloppy black soon disappeared, completing my makeover. I hastily pushed everything into a drawer and I looked myself over. With a quick nod, I walked out with new confidence. When I walked in the dining room, David gave me a grin that made me want to melt.

“What is it?” Did I miss something in the bathroom?

“You put your hair down.”

I gave him a questioning look.

“I just like it better like that.”

“Well who would like the hairstyle I had before?”

“You know, I actually thought it was pretty cool.”

I blushed and replied, “Really?”

“It kind of reminded me of mating season for a cool bird.”

“Gee thanks. Really getting the prince charming vibe over here.”

“No, you looked nice as a bird. I mean uh what I meant to say was that you look pretty er no,” he took a quick breath before restarting, “What I’m trying to say is that you look beautiful however you put your hair.”

“Thank you,” I said while grinning down at my plate. “You’re not such a bad prince charming,” I said softly.

“Thanks.”

The meal was filled with harmless small talk with the occasional jokes here and there. Whenever David tried to make me laugh, somehow he would always succeed. I would love to see the smile on his face whenever I would laugh even at his dumbest jokes. What can I say? I’m a sucker for corny jokes.