My Naughty Lover ✔️

Chapter 49

Scarlette's Pov

The day of the gala has finally come and I'm kind of excited but scared at the same time. I'm not used to being with in a crowd. What if they start mocking me? I'm so scared. I hope all goes well.

Margarette and I did a lot of shopping together. We did our hair, our nails and waxed. Damn, it was so painful. I swore to never do waxing again and Margarette was amused by my statement. It was very nice and fun being with her. We talked a lot, about how she met my dad and how she disliked him at first. It was so funny to listen to their story but inside my heart I felt quite awkward. Then, I quickly thought that it was the best thing to happen. I'm happy for my father and proud of him too. But, there are things which I will never be able to forget.

Anyways, I'm very comfortable with her now. She taught me many beauty hacks and I'm excited to try them. I really hope she won't disappoint me. I can't easily open uo with someone but with her it clicked immediately. I really hope she is genuine. My father also was with us, but he was still very busy with his workload. We didn't even enjoy to the maximum. What can I say? He did bought me the latest mobile phone to which I'm still getting used to. I learned about facebook, tinder, facetime and a lot of cool things. Material is everything, right? Especially when it comes to money.

Right now, I'm getting ready for tonight. I'm trying to do my make-up. Yeah, since when I was someone who carried make-up along with me? I know, I know. It's shocking but I didn't bought make-up. I don't even possess.

Margarette gifted me a box full of make-up. It seems so high class. At first, I was scared to even open it. I mean, it wasn't opening so I had to make Clara do it for me. I apply some foundation and then I apply some matte red lipstick to my lips the same way that Margarette had taught me. After that, I apply some eyeliner but it doesn't look good so I have to wipe it and apply again. Are you serious??

This is harder than sitting for a maths exam.

After my fifth attempt, I FINALLY approve and move next to the mascara now. Thankfully I did well. I look at myself in satisfaction and then I make my way to the closet. I take out my beautiful red gown which dad had picked for me. This is so beautiful, I feel like a princess. I quickly change into those shiny dark red cloths and I stare at myself in the mirror.

After that, I head downtairs and wait patiently in the living room while reading my story. Hmm? Yeah you heard well. My story. I often write books in my free time. It's a way to distract myself from this selfish world. So, I'm currently writing a book about a girl who faced big issues in her life and about how she met a guy and how she thougjt it would end well. Yeah, feels like me, right? I'm now revising my words and sentences to modify it.

"Oh my god. You look like a princess." Clara exclaims, while looking at me in amazement. Oh uh.. I'm not really good with replying to compliments.

"Thank you, Clara." I smile at her, trying not to blush.