Chapter 6
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“Done.” The female maid, whose name I was still yet to find out, said, handing me a small mirror so I could see the wonders she'd done for my face.
Wow. I looked beautiful, different— in a wealthy kind of way.
She was certainly a great make up artist, because this person standing in front the mirror wasn't the Marie of a few hours ago.
My hair had not only been trimmed, but curled and left to fall on nice waves over my shoulders.
Goodness, I looked like a woman of high class.
This small mirror wasn't enough, so I dropped it, standing to stare at my full self in the bigger mirror that showed the beauty.
“Woah.” The black ankle length spaghetti handle cocktail dress popped out my not-so-big breast, in a way I didn't think was possible.
It flared from the knee down to the ankle, giving me an aura of wealth.
The fact it suit so perfectly made me wonder how (whoever had bought the dress) knew my size.
Either way, the person had a nice taste of cloth.
The makeup and hair do, made it all even more perfect.
“You look beautiful ma'am.” I couldn't agree more with her words.
Because wow, I looked like money puked on me.
It was only after more moments of admiring myself before I remembered Henry might be waiting for me.
So I quickly hurried to dress finish.
Still, as I wore the heels and jewelries, my thoughts wandered to how everything was.
This would all have been perfect if I wasn't going with someone like Henry
Instead, with a man I loved and loved me back.
Now that would be romantic.
But well, one has to face reality and leave the daydream world, right.
I stole a quick glance at myself in front of the mirror, before leaving the room, with the female walking behind me.
We walked the journey to the parlor where Henry stood, leaning against the back of a couch with leg crossed over his ankle while he adjusted his watch.
Hmm, I wouldn't deny he looked hot (he always did).
The black suit and pants complimented the white shirt that didn't do any good in hiding his huge biceps and perfect chest and shoulders.
He defined sexy.
Sad that I'd been moved by that definition.
The sound of my heels nearing him interrupted his watch adjustion, to turn to me.
It was a little discomforting when his gaze travelled me from head to toe.
But of course, no compliment left that lips of his.
Instead, he complained. “You took too long to dress.”
My brows pulled to a frown.
Maybe because I'm a female and am dressed in such a grande way.
That was what I wished to say, but of course went with, “I apologize for that,” then walked past him, muttering, “asshole can't even compliment one.”
He followed behind me as we both left the house, to one of his cars whose door was opened for us by a bodyguard.
Since we were going together as a couple, I was forced to sit side by side with him.
Something we hadn't done since the first (and only) party we went to together.
It was only when the guard closed the door behind me that I realized the female was nowhere.
She'd probably left since.
Hmm, weird people in my life.
Instead, I relaxed as the car started and we were on the road.
Psych.
How can one relax when you were sitting beside sexy Henry Smith, whose cologne annoyingly kept drawing me to swim in it.
What the heck was the cologne that smelled so good?
I stole a glance at him, and as expected, he was doing some work on his phone.
To keep my sanity— that the silent and boring drive seemed to want to steal— I retrieved my phone from the black purse I'd taken, sending a message to the four of us group chat.
Me- Guys, this would be tagged as the most boring car ride on earth.
There was no response, and I almost groaned, wondering when we'd get to the party.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, still not turning to me.
But then, he actually talked?
What?
I raised a surprised and sarcastic brow. “Uh… maybe boredom.”
“You're bored?” He made it sound like there was nothing to bore anyone so far.
Duh… “a little, yeah.”
This was awkward.
Talking to him was always awkward.
How could one man seriously have such a trait.
“Oh,” that was all he said.
Maybe I was imagining, but it looked like he wanted to say more, but wasn't sure if to.
It had to be an imagination. Why would I expect Henry to talk.
He rarely made conversations.
My phone pinged, so I checked it, at least glad when I noticed Charlotte's message.
Charlotte- What else did you think would happen if you went on a drive with him?
Me- 🙄🙄 Thanks for your help.
Charlotte- Just saying, it's Henry we're talking about here, the hot and cold dude.
Me- But a terrible husband.
Charlotte- -Laughing emoji- You're not a better wife yourself, don't act like Miss perfect.
Me- 🙄🙄
Me- Where's Caley, I want to speak with someone smart.
Charlotte- She's gone to work so I think you're stuck with me hon.
Me- No thank you, bye.
Charlotte- You really prefer to stay on your boring date than to chat with your smart and pretty friend.
Me- Yes, bye.
I returned my phone to the purse, staring out the window.
Well, this was my life.
After ten minutes of more silence, the mansion and the paparazzi came to view.
What was it with them.
They always followed people around like jobless dorks.
I sat up straight once the car came to a halt and some bodyguards made a pathway through the tons of people eagerly wanting to reach our car.
“Stay in here.” He ordered, getting out of the car.
I couldn't help the huff. Where else would I even want to leave?
Frustrating much.
He walked round the car to open the door for me, stretching a hand for me to take with a possibly feigned smile planted on his lips.
The fact he didn't seem to like being close annoyed me further, but for the media's sake, I took his hand, feigning a smile of my own when he got me out.
We both walked towards the building while tons of people tried to push their way through the bodyguards to get a photo of us, but the guards pushed them away more.
Henry held me like we were a real couple, shielding me from the lights the cameras were throwing our way.
As we headed towards the house, I couldn't help but be awed by the place.
It had sweeping driveways and a majestic gate that only made it more beautiful.
The architecture style was classic which would be expected of a rich person.
Manicured lawns beautified the place, especially with the private pool by the side.
Soon, we were inside the building and as expected, it was the definition of huge.
The place was decorated with crystal, with stunning dining areas.
It was a table with four chairs around it at almost every single place in such a huge mansion.
Each table was set with fine linen, silverwares and crystal glasswares with attractive flower arrangements.
Seating was for four guests per table and comfortable, high backed chairs.
The place lit up with dimmable chandeliers. It was beautiful as expected.
It was only then I realized that Henry's hand was still holding mine.
I was too awed to recall that.
“I think you can let go now,” I whispered, but he totally ignored me, walking me towards a group of people.
I wanted to complain, but then I realized that every single male was holding their partner's hand.
So I just let it be.
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