Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 31

~Y/N's POV~

Tripping in front of very famous and successful multi-billionaires does not feel good at all.

In fact I wanted to cry when I entered the bathroom and looked at my creamy feet. On the positive side, my face was saved at the last minute by my fair lady. Her arm had circled around my waist, holding me up in an instant with a very concerned face. Anger shone brightly on her face as she glared daggers at the wide-eyed waiter who was now holding an empty tray. The funny thing was that, the waiter didn't look like he was sorry for making the pie fall at all. Not a word of apology was muttered from his mouth when he glanced my way. I ignored him anyway, knowing very well that Ariana would take care of him. Note the sarcasm.

If looks could kill, he would have gone six feet under by now. I made Ariana let go of me and walked through the crowd in search of a bathroom. I took off my high heels and walked barefoot along the cold merciless marble floor and ignored the stares of the judgemental rich society around me. My cheeks were warm from the embarrassment I had just faced.

Is this how Jennifer Lawrence felt when she tripped in front of famous actors and actresses? I feel you Jennifer Lawrence.

I walked through the crowd, knowing that I was leaving a creamy trail behind me. Reaching the bathroom door, I shut the door behind me and rested my back against it, wanting to disappear from the face of the earth. I brushed the thoughts away.

Stay positive. It was just a trip. It's not the end of the world.

"Well, look at who it is girls." A familiar voice reached my ears and I cursed under my breath, ignoring her and walked over to the sink. All the girls around me guffawed as they took in my lower appearance.

"Where did she get that dress from? The thrift shop?" A girl commented and a row of laughter followed behind. I ignored them, knowing very well that they were only jealous of the dress and continued wiping the pie off my high-heels.

"Hi." Selena stood beside me, looking very amused. "From the other side of the society where the higher paid classy non-clumsy folk are from."

My head turned around sharply at her statement and I narrowed my eyes at her. I could see two other girls standing beside her, with their hands on their hips. All three of them looked very much like the cliché high school bitches, spoiled by riches and popularity. "If you have a problem with me, why don't you kindly write it down on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, fold it up and shove it up your ass?" I fired back and threw the crumpled piece of tissue paper into the waste bin.

Her smile turned into a nasty scowl. "Watch your mouth. Being the famous fiancé of Ariana Grande," she looked at the ring on my finger, a tinge of jealously glinting in her eyes. "You wouldn't want a bad reputation now, would you?" ((A/N YoU aNd mE wE gOt a bAd rEpUtAtIoN- I'll stop 😂)) She arched her perfectly shaped eyebrow up and I scoffed. She continued. "Especially when you are already pulling her reputation down by being a gold digging poor bitch."

"At least I never slept my way to the top." I said sharply, trying to control the anger bubbling up inside of me. My anger would only make her happy. Bitches like her feed on it. I should be calm. "Maybe if you ate some of that make up caked up on your face, you can be pretty on the inside now too."

She scowled. "This is not a competition bitch. Your insults aren't working."

But if it were, I would definitely be winning." I said smugly.

"Shut up bitch. Be careful who you're messing with. You are just a piece of dust to me and everyone here." She gave me a smile and I rolled my eyes.

I smiled at her. "Very interesting. Let me just write that on my list of things I don't give a shit about." I smiled again, showing the prettiest and kindest smile I could afford. "Don't mistake this fake smile and professional body language. I would punch you in the throat if we were not a party." Her body was trembling with anger and she seemed like she wanted to scream and skin me alive with her manicured fingernails. Looks like she is finally out of ammunition.

"Now, if you would excuse me, I've got some cleaning to do, unless you need some help cleaning your shitty mouth which your ass might probably be jealous of. And considering the amount of shit that is spewing out of your mouth, you can sway your ass out of here happily." I turned and made the tissue wet to wipe it against my feet. Three high heels clanked out of the bathroom and I sighed, already feeling tired and worn out.

"Wow, I'm impressed." I perked up immediately at the mature and kind voice from behind me, with short brown hair and warm brown eyes, looked at me through the mirror with an amused smile on her face. Her face was made up with discrete makeup except for her lips that are a cherry red. She seemed like she had the reputation of being very intellectual. "That was marvelous. I'm awarding a 10." She held te fingers up.

Her sentence and comment had driven me completely to a frozen mode as I was not expecting that at all. Especially when she looked almost 35 years old. But, she was definitely not the age I was assuming her to be. She was much older than what she appeared like. She was rich, I could tell by her appearance and that sparkling diamond wrist that adorned her once flawless skin which now seemed withered with age.

Hm, maybe she's not judgmental at all.

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xoxo~Sav