11. A Rich Makeover

At first, I didn’t understand what was going on when Jojo entered. It was just like a blank sheet was right in front of me. But, when I saw the designer pointing to what she was putting on, I knew that something was wrong.

“That… That is the dress.” She said. Her face held a look of fear. I could read that she was definitely afraid of Jojo.

Not today, bitch.

I thought.

My legs immediately went forward to Jojo.

“Hey, you have something that’s meant for me.” I told her that instant. Her lips moved in a dangerous smirk.

“Oh, please. This dress is meant specially for me and no one else. I’m the star model.” She breathed out, with so much confidence.

“Did I say anything about the dress? Guess you know what you stole then. Now, give it back!” I yelled at her. She was in the way of my career which meant so much to me.

And, merely for that, I could go extra-lengths for it.

I watched as she inspected her nails. Her eyes then directed to me. In her eyes, there was this look of anger and so much hate.

“You bitch. How dare you accuse me of stealing? This outfit is meant for me, not you. Know your place. I’m the star model, you whore.” Jojo accused.

Now that was where she got it wrong. I could take any insolent behavior of hers. But, calling me a whore was what I wouldn’t accept.

“You—” I tried to say but someone interrupted.

“What’s happening here?” The voice said. I looked to sight someone I remembered seeing in the conference meeting. She was an elderly woman who appeared to be in her forties.

“Boss Deveraux.” The fashion designer exclaimed, acknowledging the woman that just showed up.

“I won’t repeat myself again.” She said.

My eyes fluttered so badly in utmost annoyance. I really had wanted to teach Jojo a lesson but she had interrupted here.

“Jojo?” she called out. Instead of replying her, Jojo's head redirected sideways. I guessed she probably had issues with this woman too.

I am definitely using that to my advantage.

“She’s wearing the dress meant for me, ma'am.” I told her that instant. If looks could kill, I would have been dead from Jojo's death glares.

“I presume that is true, Jojo?” she asked her firmly, also folding her hands.

“This dress is meant for me, Deveraux. I’m the star model.” She said with a scoff.

“You know the rules, Jojo. Our star models change with season.” Boss Deveraux told her.

“Now, go change from this outfit this instant. Don’t delay things.” She ordered her. Jojo immediately went into the dressing room, stomping her feet on the floor.

“Thank you, boss!” I said, bowing down to show I was really grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me, Nikki. It’s a set of guidelines we all follow.” Boss Deveraux told me. I saw her leave that second.

The fashion designer followed me assist me with putting on the dress. Though there was something on the dress. A hand written letter.

I opened the paper, surprised at the words that were on it.

‘Enjoy it while it lasts, two-faced bitch.’

That instant, j knew exactly who sent me that letter.

Jojo Lopez.

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The photoshoot was awkward but I tried my best for the camera. I mean, I didn’t even know if those poses were suitable for the magazine.

In fact, the camera man had complained so badly about me.

He went ahead condemning me for being a bad model.

My day was really bad today. That was why I put on a sad and lonely face on my way home. I strode to the bus stop like I always did.

As I walked, I noticed three men clothed in black suit at my back. I peeked at them through the corner of my eyes. They really looked suspicious. Thus, I began walking so fast. I looked back as walked, only to see them hastening their steps too.

I instantly began running. I ran so widely, knowing I couldn’t afford to be kidnapped.

What would happen to my mum?

And my career?

Or Chloe?

These were my thoughts as I kicked my legs faster and faster.

My head immediately banged into a hard chest. That effect made me fall down on the ground. In the cause of this, the men from behind caught up with me.

Next, I was dragged into a van by them all. I kicked, bit and struggled but there was no way I could get out of their grasp. I then felt a napkin coming close to my nose.

Sleep.

A voice told me. I instantly became so weak and tired.

I gave in to darkness.

…

I felt a lot of hands on my delicate body. Then, there was this sweet and pleasant scent that came from wherever I was in.

Razors went down my skin too. My legs were being waxed and there was barely nothing I could do about it. My body was still wobble from the earlier encounter.

My eyes gazed up only to see pretty women in uniforms. They were giving me a massage and were also treating my skin.

I was beyond shocked at what had happened.

My lips moved in a very loud scream.

…

I was taken into dress shop. Something I noticed was that the clothes were so expensive. I couldn’t think of the fact that someone would spend this much on a cloth.

I mean, why?

Two suited men directed me to the owner of the dress shop. She directed me to change and try out the expensive clothes.

I tried every single one of the ones picked for me. But, the woman nodded her head, telling me to change.

Not until after I had come out in a red gown which had a high low look. It looked like something a singer would perform in.

I heard her saying something.

“Perfect, Belle!” she cried out. The suited man purchased it with some attractive black shoes after that.

I was also taken to a hair stylist. My chestnut hair was curled with various machines. It was treated with so much care.

Next, makeup was applied on my features by people who I knew where makeup artists. It was like a dream come true for any girl on earth.

But the problem was that, who was this person?

Who ordered the makeover to be given to me?

Guess… there was only one way to find out.

Through patience.

After the makeover I had gotten, I was placed inside an expensive SUV convertible. My hear leaped as the car halted in a very large mansion.

It was as if I had been brought into a fairytale world. Someone opened the door for me to step out. My legs nervously came out from the car.

I took in the waterfalls in the house. A part of me was so nervous about it all. I really urged to know about who this anonymous person was. Also, I wanted to know why the person has dressed me up like we were having a date.

“This way, Miss.” The suited man from earlier said. As I followed him, I looked around the compound in total awe.

There were waterfalls around it. I also noticed the expensive looking statues. At a part of the house was sleek sport cars of various colors. They were all in line.

Inside the house was even more beautiful. Something I noticed were the paintings of motorcycles. That spiked up something in me that instant.

How couldn’t I have thought about it?

Off course it was Jackson, my colleague at work.

It was my savior, Jackson.

As the suited man led me to a very large room, I entered there impatiently. There was someone standing by the window. His back was faced to me, which made the ray of light glimmer at him.

It was angelic.

This was angelic.

In fact, I felt overwhelmed.

Thus, I stepped inside, with my entire outfit. This room was just so captivating and magnificent.

“J-Jackson?” I called out to the figure. I watched as the person slowly turned, directing himself to me. As his gaze swept mine, my mouth moved in abrupt shock.

Liam James.

W-What was he doing here?

“You?” I said, so unsure.

“Why? Did you expect someone different?” he told me cockily.

“How’s it that you brought me here? This is kidnapping!” I told him immediately.

“Perhaps, if was someone other than me, would you consider it as kidnapping, red?” he asked me, arching his brows.

“Why not? This is all not my will.” I told him, giving him a glare.

“You look really beautiful.” He said, eyeing me from up to down. My knees were becoming weak from how he looked at me. That should depict my hatred for him.

“Guess my money didn’t all go to waste.” He smartly retorted.

“Y-Your m-money?” I questioned.

“Yeah, that transformed you to what you are, red.” He answered. I felt various parts of me well up in annoyance.

“Who told you that you could spend your money on me?” I asked him.

“You rich. Did you actually think I’d do as you please all because you spent this much on me?” I asked him, with a pitiful look written all over my face.

My hands immediately directed to my ear. I removed the expensive earrings there. Next, I removed the necklace he had purchased.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked, looking surprised. I ignored him and reached to remove my clothes. It was then I remembered I wasn’t wearing anything under.

My eyes re-directed to him that second.

“Get me my clothes this instant!” I yelled out, like a crazy bitch.

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