Krystal got home around three-twenty five, so without wanting to waste any more time, she went to her room, grabbed a towel and headed straight to the bathroom to shower.
She washed and rinsed her while body with her signature coconut shampoo and body wash. The boys swear she was a coconut in her past life.
Stepping out, she wrapped her fluffy white towel around her body and wrapped another towel around her head to dry her hair.She went to her room and put on some skinny jeans, and a dark navy Hollister hoodie. Since she was going to change for the masquerade in a bit anyways she figured she didn't need to dress up.
Plugging in her hairdryer, she unwrapped the towel from her head and let her now slightly damp hair fall down her back. She combed through it quickly then blow dried it dry and finally combing through it again with her brush. She didn't even bother to put on makeup. She went over to where all her shoes were lined up against the walls and chose to wear her black low-top converse. She grabbed some random pair of socks and quickly shoved them onto her feet. She slipped her feet into her shoes before tying the laces.
She checked her phone and saw that it was now 3:52. Marshall should be there soon so she decided to just lay on her bed until he called her down. Making sure to leave her sneaker clad feet dangling off the end of the bed, she laid in the middle of her bed with both arms spread out wide. She closed her eyes as she relaxed. Working out at the gym had really tired her out.
Five minutes passed before she got a call on her phone from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hello Krystal. It's Marshall. Mr. Steel informed me that you were attending the masquerade ball with him this evening and so he told me to come pick you up. I am already downstairs so you can come down whenever you are ready."
"I'm ready already so I'll just come down now. See you in a bit Marshall." She hung up before she heard his reply.
Phone still in her hand, she headed out of her room and made her way to the front door. She made sure to lock the door behind her before she walked down the hallway and into the elevator. She clicked on the first floor button and waited for it to go all the way down. While in the elevator, she hummed along to the cheesy elevator music.
Reaching the first floor, she made her way to the front entrance. She could already see Marshall standing in front of a black SUV through the glass doors of the lobby.
"Hi Marshall!" She greeted him happily. Marshall was slightly thrown off guard when Krystal suddenly hugged him but quickly regained his composure and hugged her back before pulling away.
"Nice to see you again too Krystal," he chuckled softly. "Now, we should head to the salon so you can get ready for tonight." He opened the backseat door for Krystal to climb into.
"Why thank you kind sir," Krystal thanked him in an awful British accent.
Marshall played along and gave her a bow. He had a smile on his face as he headed around the car to the drivers side. That girl was just something else. He only wished Jason could see that too.
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Arriving at the same salon that Krystal had gone to just the week before when she and Jason went to the charity event, Krystal was already slightly familiar with the layout of the place.
"Hello darling!" She was greeted by Sebastian, a stylist that had worked on her the week before. He was skinny and tall, at about 6'0, and had on a pair of white skinny jeans, and a black and white checkered shirt that was buttoned up at the front and the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, and some white canvas shoes. His blonde hair was styled up in the front and he had on some nerd-styled glasses. He was handsome, but not really her type. Also because he was gay so she'd never be his type either.
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Breaking Steele Walls
ChickLitKrystal Hastings - A nurse working in New York City who shares a huge apartment with five of her best friends; Unknowingly beautiful and kind yet feisty when she wants to be. Jason Steele - CEO of Steele Corporations; A total brood with a heart of...
