The Makeover

Chapter Ten

I stared at the massive boutique. Its as big as a department store! I can't believe my mom did this for me. I read the boutique's name. The name is in french but I can't seem to read the writings.

"You seemed to be impressed by the looks of the boutique." My mom said.

"It looks so magnificent and expensive-looking. I bet they will do a great job in transforming me but are you sure about this mom?" I asked.

I am not quite sure about my mom's decision. I know there are money present  but would she spend it on just a simple makeover? She might be against this idea but continued just to earn my happiness.

My mom smiled and got out of the car. Why didn't she answer? Isn't she not sure? Is this plan against her will? I was looking for an answer so I got myself out of the car too. I stood infront of the boutique. My mom was at its door.

"Are you coming dear?" she asked.

I went near to the door with her and she held my hand and got into the boutique.

"Of course I'm sure about this. I don't want you hurt again and I would do everything for my baby girl." She whispered.

I smiled at my mom's answer. I'm very lucky to have a mother as sweet and loving as her.

I was amazed by the beauty and elegance of the boutique. Its so cool! If the outside of the boutique looks so amazing, well the insides would also blow someone's mind. My eyes roam every detail of the boutique. Everything is purple. I love it.

A lady came to my mom and hugged her.

"Its been a long time Liliana." The lady said.

She looked like a 25 year old but by the overall including her hidden characteristics, she is in her 40's.

"True, I surely missed you a lot Clara." My mom said.

I guess they are good friends. They seem to miss each other and reunited just now. Clara's gaze came to me. She smiled and I smiled back.

"This must be your little princess that you have been telling me before. The little girl is already a grown up lady."

She said, obviously referring to me. I looked down and smiled at embarrassment. She is a sweet lady. And I am a blushing red tomato.

"So your name must be Samantha?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes maam. You can call me Sam instead."

"Well okay, Sam. Please, just call me Clara. Your mom and I are classmates and best friends before until now. You don't have to call me maam, just simply Clara."

I nodded and smiled.

She turned back to my mom.

"So the girl needs a makeover?" She asked.

My mom nodded.

"Yes. She is going to be in her senior year and I want her to look her best for her last year of highschool." She said.

 Look? Best? She's lying. I looked at my mom wide-eyed.

"What the hell?" I whispered at her.

My mom just smiled.

"Well then, let's not wait any longer." She said. "Let's start simple by removing your glasses and braces."

She removed my glasses and told me to remove the braces. Yes, they are braces and they are easy to take off. She went to mom and told her something and came back to me. She directed me to her mini salon and I sat on one of her very comfortable seats. She trimmed an inch of my hair and curled it. She then applied makeup and told one of her assistants to work on my nails while she was working on my face.

After the makeup we went to her Oh-So-Wow closet full of amazing clothings. She gave me a black leather crop top with cuts in the back and white high-waisted shorts. She also let me wear a beige strappy heels and a tortoise cat-eye sunglasses. She also gave me a black quilted gold zipper bag and gold turquoise ring. [Pic at the side/top. This is just a model, not Sam.]

She finally said 'finish' and I quickly ran to their gigantic mirror near their shoe closet. Because they want to surprise me of what would I look after the makeover, they covered all the mirrors with black cloth.

I closed my eyes. This is it. I am in front of a mirror. I am going to see the new me as soon as I open these sparkles. I opened my eyes and.....

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- When Mr. Perfect meets Ms. Imperfect (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

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