Taming Cinderella

Chapter 8 : “My fairy Godmother!”

Ella:

Even though she had tens of people working under her, every time I entered the salon, she would personally look after me as though I was her daughter.

As she began to file and shape the free edge of my nails, I couldn’t stop wondering what kind of ring had Joe bought for me and what had he planned for the rest of the night?” I hope it will be something romantic and adventurous.

Daisy notices me blushing and remarks, “Ahem, someone is getting all red in the cheeks, what’s up Ella?”

My cheeks are flush as I reply, “It’s a very special evening for me Daisy but how did you know?”

She replied with a wicked smile, “Well you normally scream when I push and clip your cuticle, today you seemed fairly comfortable”

“Stop it Daisy, I’m already so nervous, I might start biting my nails after the manicure” I reply worried.

“Oh that would be a pity, please try not to ruin my shellac, by the way, which colour do you want me to paint your nails?” she asked, massaging my hand with shea butter.

“Hmmm, whatever you feel, I don’t know what I’m going to wear” I gleefully replied, noting as her concern grew further.

“Sigh, time for some intervention then! I am going to colour them the colour of LOVE-RED!!!” she declared, noticing how confused I was.

“Ahmmm Daisy, that might not go with my blue dress from Macy’s” I protested.

“Girl, this occasion calls for a fine ass couture!!” she posed like a sassy model continuing to march orders, “ Now follow me” 

As we entered her boutique, what I saw blew my mind away. Every time as I passed by, I would always peek in through the window fascinated by the colours adorned on the mannequins. My pupils dilated as Daisy pulled out a red satin maxi dress by Alexander McPrincess.

“Oh Daisy, I possibly couldn't,” I protested.

“It was not a request, now go try this on” she gently egged me on.

I was stunned as I tried it on in the dressing room. This dress blew my blue outfit out of the water. Although I had a small sustainable wardrobe, I could never afford such a gorgeous designer creation but I just couldn't stop staring at myself. The cowl neck showed just the right amount of cleavage and made my breasts look so naughty but elegant. The thigh high slit showed off my perfectly toned long legs. I walked out of the trial room sheepishly in front of Daisy. 

She did not say anything for a few minutes as she checked me out from head to toe. “Wow, Ella you look like every man’s dream just came true!” 

“I can’t afford this dress Daisy” I tried explaining to her.

“Child, you can have this dress and any piece of clothing you’d ever want anytime for life. You are my sister’s child and hence rightfully mine as well” she said as she tearfully kissed my cheek”

“You’re my fairy godmother!” I cried and hugged her just as I would’ve embraced my mother.

After thanking her, I reached home as quickly as possible. After an hour of dressing and deliberation, I check my reflection in the mirror. My svelte figure hugged the bright red halter maxi at all the right places. I decided to not wear a bra and be a tease for a while. 

I wore a delicate necklace with a heart shaped pendant which opened to reveal pictures of my parents. It was the only piece of jewellery which was the closest to my heart. With a small paddle brush I apply a nude eye-shadow followed by lining my eyes. I flick the eye-liner at the edge of my eyes into a wing giving me major Audrey Hepburn feels. I tied my hair into an updo with tousled curly side braids, lightly sprayed my Chanell perfume on my inner wrist and applied some highlighter to accentuate my cheeks, cupid’s bow and collarbone. “Just in time” I thought as I saw Joey’s name flashing on my phone.

“Hey, I am coming, all ready and heading towards the door baby!” answering his call.

“Tonight I will have a 2 carat solitaire on my finger” I excitedly tell myself while walking down the stairs in six inch stilettos.

I open the door to see Joe standing beside his priced red Ford Fiesta wearing a classic white shirt and grey trousers. His shirt is slightly open to highlight the dragon tattoos from his favourite movie series “Fast and Furious”. 

Two passersby on the footpath stop in their tracks. Their pupils dilate for a few seconds when they see me open the door and descend down the stairs. I was totally loving the attention although I only wanted it only from Joe for tonight. 

I shyly smile walking towards him as I notice him gaping at me like never before..

“Oh there you are, you look absolutely amazing” he kisses me passionately and I respond with equal fervour. “Let’s celebrate, shall we?” Joe whispers as he opens the car door for me. 

This was the exact reaction I was expecting! I liked how nervous he got when he just saw me...normally on most days, he would be this talkative extrovert who displayed a lot of swag. 

I still remember when he walked up to me the first time we met and said, “Hey beautiful, you’re gonna be my girlfriend some day”

A loud horn brings me back to the present. I quickly sit in his car and watch as he puts on his seatbelt and inserts the key in the ignition.

“By the way happy anniversary”, I looked at him lovingly.

“ Awww looking at you dressed like this, I almost forgot, Happy anniversary baby!!”. He smiled and kissed me on my cheeks.

We reach our favourite Italian restaurant near Times Square. This was also where Joe took me out on our first date. The place boasted of a cozy quiet atmosphere and chic ambience along with wholesome authentic pastas, pizzas and raviolis. 

The warm and friendly hostess leads us to our corner table. I sit down and watch the surroundings. There were couples and families indulging in conversations and banters chatting away, relieved that it was the weekend. The city has a completely different vibe especially on Saturdays; all the clubs, bars and restaurants packed to capacity bustling with life.

The hostess comes along asking for our meal choices. I ordered the restaurant’s famous duck ravioli and Joe ordered osso bucco with Chardonnay.

“So where is the surprise which you promised!?” I ask him, my eyes dancing with excitement.

“This girl has absolutely no patience, Here you go!” He took out a tiny box which had a bow on it and passed it over to me.

You bet!” I replied as I tore the gift wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal a pair of red lacy bra and a thong which had a bow made out of ribbon.

“Will I be surprised when you reveal your present tonight?” hinting at untying the bow which held the thong together.

I hid my disappointment as I was expecting a promise ring instead of naughty lingerie. Maybe it’s time I stopped being a prude and experienced actual physical pleasure.

I wink at him saying, “Wait and watch!” This girl is about to go wild ;p