(Author’s POV)
"Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go," Myra replied as she had no other choice left. But then sothing clicked in her mind, and she added, "Yel, but you will have to do a favor."
"What favor between us, uh~? You just need to say the word. And it will be done," Yelena assured her and gave her a wink. "But, tell , what is it?"
"Let’s go to my room first," Myra uttered, her face laced with a look full of determination. After saying this, she held Yelena’s wrist and dragged her upstairs to her room. Wendy followed them in tow with the garnt bags.
As soon as the door was shut, Yelena asked, "Now tell , what is it? Why are you being all secretive?"
"I want you to cut my hair. Can you do it for ?" Myra asked with a hint of uncertainty.
"Just that~ ... huhh? That’s easy peasy. I will do that. It’s just trimming a bit," Yelena picked up the comb and started searching for the scissors as she replied.
"No, not trimming it. I want to shorten the length, change my style," Myra stated. "I want to try sothing new. And also~ .... Wendy, can you do my makeover? I want to change my look completely."
Both Wendy and Yelena’s brows furrowed at her last sentence, "But you aren’t into makeup and makeovers? What’s up with you today?" Yelena questioned. "You even said that you don’t want any kind of transformation?"
"Rember, you said this to before, that I should let loose, to try new things, to be a bit bold? Hmm~ .... Now I want to follow your advice. I want to try sothing new for once. I want to feel different at this event. I want the people who are attending the event to feel that they are eting for the very first ti," Myra smiled and spoke. Then she muttered under her breath, "I want nobody to recognize ."
Yelena’s eyes lit up at Myra’s words as she smacked her back enthusiastically, "Finally, we are talking, baby. Trust , Wendy and I we will make sure you look as well as feel different today. I assure you, even Aunt Sandra and Uncle William will be surprised by your transformation today." As if rembering sothing, she clapped and added, "Ohhh~ ... I have the perfect dress for you. Now, I can finally use it ..." She was getting way too excited, thinking about how to doll Myra up.
Wendy joined in. She was as surprised and ardent as Yelena for this one. She asked as she held up all the garnt bags, "So, which one out of these is it?"
"None of them, sweetheart. Can you go to my room and bring the black garnt bag for ? It’s in my wardrobe," Yelena instructed as she picked up the pair of scissors from the drawer.
"On it," Wendy scurried out of the room to get the bag.
Yelena then remarked, "The place will be full of influential people. I have even heard there are more than five hundred guests on the guest list who have RSVP’d. And~ .... from my experience I can tell that they will all be glamd up in couture wear and doused in top famous designer brands ......" She then explained, "You see, these kinds of events may seem formal and proper on the outside, but it is a way to show off one’s enormous wealth and style. And with so many wealthy moguls, they will go all out to stand out. It’s like a red carpet from those high end award functions. So, trust ...... I will make you look just the part. So, you will blend in well. Trust this friend of yours." Saying this, she got all excited again.
Soon, Wendy returned with the garnt bag, and as soon as she entered, she uttered ecstatically, "WHOA! .... Sis Yel, I didn’t know you had such a gorgeous dress in your closet. It is truly breathtaking. You have great taste."
Yelena chuckled, "Yeah, I know. Your sister will slay in this dress. You just wait." A aningful smile appeared on her lips.
"Let see what I am going to wear as well," Myra was quick to say, but Yelena shut it down, "No, would do please. You will see the final look. You just have to trust . I won’t make you look like a fool."
Although Myra was reluctant but she entrusted herself to Wendy and Yelena’s hands as they both started working their magic on her.
Yelena asked Myra to sit on the stool and started shearing her hair like a professional hairstylist. She even covered the mirror so that Myra couldn’t see what she was doing. She wanted this to be a surprise for her as well.
anwhile, Wendy googled online for so makeup inspirations and found one that would go just right with the dress.
Myra only heard the snipping sound as she felt her hair length getting shorter and shorter, and the voices of her friend and sister discussing about what would suit her best.
They didn’t even allow Myra to open her eyes while helping her into her dress.
After two and a half hours of relentless work. Yelena unveiled the mirror as Myra looked at herself in it. And what she saw ... truly stunned her. Astonishnt was written all over her face as she touched her face with her hand, her eyes widened, her mouth agape, "Is this really ?"
True to their words, Yelena and Wendy had transford Myra’s subtle, untouched beauty into a valiant and exquisite one.
She was now wearing a long, black, halter neck bodycon dress. The outfit was embellished with similarly colored glitter stones, giving it a sparkling effect. The neckline in front was high, covering her cleavage, but the back had a deep and open design.
For her hair, Yelena gave her a wavy lob with bottleneck bangs. It created a perfect blend of texture and movent, giving the illusion of voluminous locks and also covering Myra’s face gracefully.
Wendy matched the makeup according to the outfit. She also made Myra wear glossy blue contacts to make her appearance bolder.
Myra was satisfied with her overall look. Plus, as Yelena had ntioned, there will be over five hundred guests. So, she will blend in perfectly with the crowd. Alaric Everests won’t even notice her in such a packed environnt.
For the final touch, Myra picked up the perfu bottle, which was sitting on her dresser, and sprayed it. Yelena whiffed the air and exclaid, stating, "PERFECTO! Where did you get this one?"
"Fabian gave it to as a New Year’s gift. I just never got the chance to use it," Myra said.
’He gave you Valentino’s Roma Coral Fantasy ...... umhmmm~ ... lover boy Fabby,’ Yelena mumbled under her breath.
Wendy checked the ti and almost scread, "Ohhh~ my gosh. We also need to get ready. Otherwise, we will be late. Let’s go, sis Yelena."
Yelena agreed, gave Myra a tap, followed by a flying kiss as they both walked out of her room.
Myra looked at herself in the mirror once again. The look, the vibe, she was now feeling confident, optimistic.
"...... Everything will go just as I planned. No one will recognize , when even I can’t. It is not like I am the star of the show or sothing along those lines, huhh. I will blend in well, and when the ti is right, I will leave." She has it all planned out. Plus, in her mind, Alaric probably would be surrounded by esteed business personalities on his own. He definitely won’t notice her in such a crowd.
With an extra zip in her step, Myra walked out of her room and down the stairs.
Her heels click clacked, making a slow, rhythmic sound as she descended. Sandra, who was just about to go out for her work, was flabbergasted to see Myra, her mouth hung open.
Myra licked her lips and asked, nervously, "How do I look, mom?"
"Are you really my Myra? I couldn’t recognize you there for a second. You look so~ ... This really suits you. You look gorgeous, my baby," Sandra remarked, still in shock as she approached her daughter.
"Didn’t I tell you, your mom won’t be able to recognize you? I guess my words turned out to be true. I should be a fortune teller," Yelena ca in a chic, crimson tight fitting, mid length dress.
Sandra chuckled and then said, "But sothing is missing ...."
"Missing ..." Yelena started checking Myra’s face, then her outfit, then the accessories, and everything there was to check.
"Give a second," Sandra walked inside her room.
Wendy also ca down by now. She was in a dark champagne hued A-line corset dress, the one she had been saving for an important occasion.
Sandra soon ca out with sothing in hand and handed it over to Myra., "Here, now your look is complete." It was her most precious silver rhinestone embedded clutch that William had given her on their tenth anniversary. In fear that it would get damaged, she never really used it.
To Be Continued . . . . . .
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