Chapter 12

AFTER a few hours, Blessie woke up feeling refreshed.

“That felt great!” she said cheerfully, stretching her arms.

She looked around for Kai but couldn’t find him. She didn’t know why, but she felt a bit disappointed.

“Where could he be?”

She got up and went to the mirror to check her appearance. Her forehead was still slightly swollen, but it was better than before. She noticed a sticky note on the mirror.

How’s your sleep? I hope it recharged you well. Don’t go back on your word after I made my promise. See you there.

-Kai

(P.S. I really tried hard to restrain myself from touching you, so better not to chicken out)

She crumpled the note in irritation and threw it in the trash.

“Does he think I don’t keep my promises?” she said, annoyed.

She looked out the window and saw that it was dark. She checked her watch and saw it was past seven in the evening.

“Crap!”

She quickly ran to her room, closing the windows and doors.

“What should I do? What should I do?” she asked herself, panicking.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed while she was sleeping. She thought she wouldn’t sleep through the evening. She couldn’t think straight in her panic. Any moment now, Blythe would come out, and she had no choice but to wait until morning.

“What should I do? Should I run away? But what about my promise to Kai?”

She couldn’t think straight and time was running out. She grabbed a pen and paper and started writing.

“Whatever happens!” she said, frantically writing. She checked the time, saw it was almost eight, and wrote faster, even as her head started hurting. Her vision began to darken.

“Wait… just a moment,” she pleaded, struggling until her watch beeped and she collapsed to the floor.

“I’ll leave it to you, Blythe.”

***

In just a few minutes, the girl regained consciousness with a strange smile on her lips. Energy flowed through her veins, revitalizing every part of her body, and she seemed like a different person altogether.

"Rise and go wild, bitch!" she exclaimed gleefully.

She stood up and approached the mirror to see herself.

"Oh my god! What the hell is going on? What's the story behind this shit? Blessie, curse you! You're so out-of-the-box!" she said angrily, followed by a string of curses, but her frustration intensified when she noticed a small bump on her forehead.

"Fuck you, Blessie! What have you done to your face? God damn it!" she cursed repeatedly.

In annoyance, she quickly headed to the bathroom to take a shower because she felt sticky from sweat.

"What are you up to, Blessie? Why do you live as if you're a dumb? Why do I come into contact with your sweat in our own body?" she continued to curse while scrubbing her body with soap.

After indulging in a thorough shower and scrubbing her body for thirty minutes, she stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed. Opening the window, she welcomed the cool breeze, relishing the sensation as it kissed her newly cleansed skin. The chill penetrated her, prompting her to pour herself a glass of wine, savoring it like a refined lady of leisure. As she stood by the window, gazing out at the dark expanse of the ocean, she continued to sip her wine, each swallow imbuing her with a sense of calm and contentment. Lost in the tranquility of the moment, she couldn't help but smile, feeling as though she had stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary where she could truly be herself and find joy amidst the chaos of life.

"When there’s smoke, there’s fire," she said with a grin. "And let’s make the fire bigger!" She quickly returned inside and searched for something to wear in Blessie's suitcase.

"Curse you, Blessie, if you didn't have a dress for me to wear I will totally kill you!"

She rummaged through the suitcase until she saw a black dress and a large blue velvet box. Her eyes sparkled at what she saw.

"Shit Blessie! I retract what I meant, slut! 'I adore you!'" she happily exclaimed, full of joy at the sight of the dress and jewelry.

She hurriedly got ready as if she were racing against time. Her hands moved with expert precision as she applied makeup effortlessly, accentuating her features. With swift finesse, she styled her hair into an elegant arrangement. Upon finishing, she scrutinized herself in the mirror once more. The black dress she wore gracefully reached mid-thigh, its fabric hugging her figure just right. The jewelry she adorned herself with, a combination of sapphire, aquamarine, white pearl, and surrounded by small diamonds, added an extra layer of elegance to her ensemble.

"Oh, I really love your badass, Blythe," she praised herself. She couldn't take her eyes off her reflection in the mirror.

"Oh, cut the crap! I need to go in the fire!" she interrupted her self-fantasy.

She picked up her perfume and sprayed it all over her body. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a paper on the table.

"What is this again, Blessie? Another kind of bullshit?" she asked herself, reading what was written on it.

"I apologize for asking you for a favor, but please assist me this time. I know you don't want to run errands, particularly when you're having a good time, but please assist me. I'd like you to act as if you're me with Kai, the head chef for this event for whom you'll be acquainted. You don't have to be polite with him tonight; just behave like an acquaintance. With everything he'd done to us, everything I wanted to do was repay him for his generosity. Maybe, just once, save me. If you support me this time, I'll get you new clothes and jewelry. I'm asking you’re help in behalf of one the three of us. Please help me."

"Kai?" A grin spread across Blythe's lips as she folded the paper along with the photo of the young man she would accompany.

"Then let’s set the fire, wilder!" she said cheerfully as she left the room and headed to where she would ignite the blazing show.