~Chapter 31~
"What’s a club?" I asked, like the naive fool I was.
Miss Red’s eyebrows arched upward in disdain. She looked at as if I’d just admitted to not knowing how to breathe, her expression screaming ~ You must be fucking with ~
"Really, you’re joking," she said. But I was genuinely confused. I’d never heard of a club, and my not knowing looked to be amusing her.
Shaking her head, she sighed and walked over to "Poor people don’t even know what a club is called now. Sha." Ouch, her words stung, but i brushed it off. After all, I knew she liked belittling people.
She grasped my arm, pulling toward a chair in front of a mirror. Once I was seated, she began rummaging through a bag, pulling out various products.
"Don’t worry about not knowing what a club is," she said, slightly softer. "But I promise you, you will love it." She started applying things to my face, making uncomfortable with the sensation of her touching and I tried pulling away.
But she held firm,. "Hold still," she demanded, continuing her work on my face.
I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror and I gasped, barely recognizing the person staring back at . Miss Red was transforming into soone else, soone more beautiful and sophisticated.
What’s she doing to ?, she added a powdered sothing on my face making cough out, sneezing. "Oops" she giggled, making laugh out to at the face she made.
Apart from her - everyone attention on character-, she was actually soone to be with. I slowly felt comfortable around her as she continued her task in transforming my ugliness to sothing else.
Miss Red stepped back, picking up a brush and began pulling all the tangles on my hair, she spray so things which slled amazing.
"You look stunning," she said, stepping out to admire her handiwork. I saw my reflection and I could barely recognize the person staring back at .
My face wasn’t mine, the lady looking back at was drop-dead gorgeous.
The hair, oh, the hair! Don’t let go there. My unruly white locks, which always resembled a bird’s nest, now cascaded down my back in luscious waves, framing my face and falling over my shoulders.
"How?" The words escaped my lips, barely audible. Miss Red smiled, clearly pleased with herself.
"Makeup, the power of makeup," she said, laughing as she t my gaze in the mirror. "It’s magic, isn’t it?" she added.
Make up? That’s the magic, if so the it’s a very powerful magic. Because damn, look at my face!
srized, I watched as Miss Red began to work on her own face. She added so powder and so other stuffs, enhancing her natural beauty.
"I only added a bit of powder blush and lip gloss," she said, attaching a long, luscious lash to her natural lashes, she didn’t add those on . "You’re already looking good, so I didn’t need to add much." Ahh, did she just indirectly complint ? i stuck a loose strand behind my ears.
Her makeup was flawless, but it looked like she had added more than just a bit of powder and lip gloss. I watched, fascinated, as she worked her magic.
So minutes later, She finally turned to face fully, and I gushed at her stunning beauty. Her face looked like a work of art, with perfectly contoured cheekbones, luscious lashes, and a bold, red lip. She was a looker, no doubt about it.
The look on her face was ~ don’t co near face~
she spoke up. "Don’t say anything, I know I’m fucking hot!" She praised herself in self-admiration. what a self centered girl she is. I looked at her, so people can’t change even if they were hit by a vase.
I just smiled, amused by her antics as she grasped my arm, pulling up from the chair and dragging toward the bed, where she had laid out so clothes.
She picked up a gold-colored gown, and pushed it in front of , her eyes scrutinizing my fra as if sizing up for a fashion show.
"Change into this," she said, firmly but excited too. Pushing into a room and I obediently entered,
The room was a treasure trove of fashion delights. it was huge and filled with clothes, shoes and anything you could find for fashion.
Looking down at the gown still clutched in my arm, I began to undress the robe I was on.
Wearing the gown, I found it as a challenge. The zipper refused to budge, and the dress kept shrinking before my eyes.
It was damned short, barely covering my bum. Who designs clothes like this? I couldn’t zip it up and the fabric didn’t pass my bum more than an inch.
This wasn’t a dress at all, as it barely covered anything. I moved out the room and walked to the bedroom, all the while tugging the dress down, but it stubbornly sprang back up.
Miss Red was already dressed in a stunning dark green gown that matches her eyes. Her dress was even shorter than mine, but she carried it off with so much confidence.
She looked over to the sound of the room door opening, "Look at you, already looking rich," she said, walking over to . She turned around, zipping up the gown despite my protests.
The dress was choking the air out of , it was tight and short, a very uncomfortable combination.
And I spoke up, I can’t let her force into a dress I have never worn, nor am I comfortable with.
"This is ridiculous," I began, trying to reason with her. "It’s too short, and I can barely breathe. Like literally I can’t breath."She looked unmoved but annoyed too as She stood before , finished wearing her shoes before saying,
"Be grateful. I’m helping a maid like you to have a fun day. Now, shut up and let’s go have fun." Her expression darkened, clearly tell to dare her.
What had I gotten myself into?
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