The Billion Dollar Deal

Chapter 10

Chapter 8 ( Part 3 ):

Cassia's POV:

"Miss Lane?"

I hear a soft whisper and slowly my eyes flutter open and instantly my breath is taken away. Above me is a huge golden canopy with intricate designs of gold lace. I look to my left and and see a young lady who looks to be in her twenties.

"Who are you?"

"Pardon the intrusion Miss Lane, my name is Lynn and young Mr. Harmon has assigned me to be your personal assistant during your stay here."

"Personal Assistant?" Just as I was about to question why on earth I would need an assistant, the double doors opened and in came a group of about ten people. What the hell is going on!? Suddenly the soft covers that were keeping me warm were removed and I was being lifted off the bed and place gently on the floor.

"Excuse me, Lynn?"

"Yes Miss Lane?"

"What's going on?"

"Oh yes, quite sorry about this, Mr. Harmon has hired these people to help pamper and prepare you for your date tonight."

Suddenly I'm pulled into this enormous bathroom, which seems to have been transformed into what looks like a surgical room. Immediately I start to panic. What the heck is going on here! Soon I'm stripped of my clothes and left in only my under garments. I'm led to a chair kinda like the ones they use at the dentist office. I'm waxed, tweezed, and scrubbed from head to two, then a silky robe is draped over me and I quickly put it on. I am then led to a salon chair in front of a very beautiful vanity and I look up to the mirror and see that my skin looks better then it ever has, almost like porcelain.
"Her hair is quite healthy but I'm thinking maybe a lighter color would suit her better maybe a pale blonde perhaps?"

They think I have healthy hair, it must be because of that sample of Wen shampoo Aunt Millie got for me at the salon? That makes me feel rather good, wait, did he just say blonde!?

"NO! I am not coloring my hair! If I ever feel the need for a color change it will be because I decided to not for some guy!"

"...Well okay then... No blonde..."

After what feels like hours, they have finally finished "making me over" and they place me in front of a triple mirror. I gradually look up and am in complete awe. The girl before me looks completely different, compared to how I normally look. Her fair skin shines bright and her eyes glisten with such vibrancy it's almost blinding. I blink a few times and finally accept it's me, I'm looking at me.

"Excuse me, Miss Lane..."

"Umm if its alright with you Lynn I'd much prefer you call me Cassia."

"Alright then, Miss Cassia, the time is now 6:30 and the limo will be here at precisely 8:00, so we must get a move and send you straight to make up and then wardrobe." Six-thirty!! I guess what felt like hours really was hours. Lynn quickly moves me to yet another side of this enormous bathroom and I'm placed in front of another young lady with auburn hair and a pink streak on the left side.

"Hi I'm Cynthia, but you can call me Cynn. I'll be your makeup artist."

"Makeup artist, really? I seriously think he is taking this way too far."

"I take it your not use to all of this going on."

"Definitely not, I don't see why he is going to such great lengths I mean I could care less about all of this." Although it certainly feels good to be pampered this way. Even with that, this just isn't me, I'm not use to all this attention. Cynthia, I mean Cynn, is looking at me with this curious expression I can't quite understand.