Chapter 34

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I ran around the cul-de-sac and up the gravel path to the house. Every light at the front of the house was off, except for the parlor lights. They must still be getting ready for the dinner party. I looked at my watch and realized that I had at least two or three hours, give or take a couple of minutes, to get ready. I guess that run was too long.

The moment I stepped into the house, maids swarmed me with questions of my whereabouts. I ignored them and went straight to my room. More maids were gathered there and when they saw me, I was swept away to the bathroom for a bath. I was then shown a series of dresses to which I continued to decline.

"I need a brand no one is wearing here!" I exclaimed.

A maid scurried away and came back with a new dress. You couldn't even call it a dress. It was a two piece and I loved it. I was going to be wearing it tonight. All eyes would be on me.

"Brand?" I demanded.

"Parisian? Alyce. A-L-Y-C-E," she said.

 A-L-Y-C-E," she said

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"Good, good. Tell me you have a tux to match that."

"...Every guy will be wearing Armani, miss."

I sighed and let the maids wash me. Italian men and their stupid Armani. I was going to burn that collection and the people making them. They wrapped me in a heavy cloth robe and pushed me into my room. I was shoved into a chair and the maid began to blow dry my hair.

"Miss, there's not much I can do with your hair. Besides moisturizing it and giving you Candy Curls."

"It's fine. It's not like someone'll be looking at my hair the entire time."

My curly hair was nothing to be messed with. I moisturized it everyday and made sure that it kept its shine for more than twelve hours. With how late I'd come in, there was no way they'd be able to give me the tight coils I had a couple of days ago. I'd be expected to greet the guests as they come in. If I was even a second late, I'm sure I would be judged.

"Where's Youngmin and Lucio?" I asked.

"With King Afan," a maid replied almost immediately.

"...Really?" I smiled at this and realized that it's been two days. They were finally getting along. Youngmin and Afan were acting like civilized men. they had been at each other's throats for awhile. I had been hanging with Afan more than Youngmin and Youngmin finally guessed that I was only doing it purposely.

"Miss, how could you be in love with a man like him?" a maid wondered aloud.

"Who said I was in love with him?" I countered.

"You've had a child with him, miss." So?

"Has anyone ever considered that it might not be his?" I pursed my lips. "Before you speak, consider all the options. Don't want you to feel stupid afterwards."

I reached forward to grab a headband and handed it to a maid. I was surprised she knew what to do with it. Am I too hard on them? I don't think so. I mean, if you're going to be a stylist, you have to excel in both hair and clothing. You can't exceed in one part and suck in the other. That doesn't make a useful person. If we were meant to be good at only one thing, I'm sure God wouldn't have made us have minds of our own.

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