Miss beautiful

Evelyn's POV

Mariam finished her birthday party at midnight and landed in bed next to me, exhausted and happy.

The next morning, while brushing my teeth, she entered the bathroom to brush her teeth as well.

“One of your guests trespassed yesterday, Mariam,” I still was upset about the matter.

“What?” Mariam appeared surprised about my statement. I looked at my best friend and realized how beautiful she was. Her brown eyes weren't as big as mine and they were gorgeous. I fall in love with her over and over again when I look into her eyes.

“Your guest,” I mentioned after cutting out of her mesmerizing gorgeousness.

“What did she do?”

“He was a he.”

After my remark, Mariam spat the foamy paste in her mouth and glanced at me. “A he?” She made that face of trying to remember something after being startled. I expected that reaction.

“Don't tell me something happened,” she quit remembering and widened her eyes at me.

I pressed my lips into a thin line. “He was drunk,” I began to explain. “And as I got into a conversation with him, I got distracted by his lips when he kissed me. I should have pushed him away but it went on and on and…”

“You had sex with him?” Mariam, looking at me with so much interest, asked.

“That didn't happen and I'm grateful that it didn't,” I walked out of the bathroom. She followed me.

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't know a guest would go to our room,” Mariam began to sound very sorry about it.

“No, it's not your fault,” I faced her. “He was just careless and drunk,” I felt like insulting and cursing the drunk man but I knew that it was wrong.

Just while we were preparing for the day, we heard knocks on the door. Mariam informed me that she was going to check who was at the door while I stayed in the kitchen, cooking.

“Hello, Miss beautiful,” Mariam came back and announced that I was the one the person sought.

“I know nobody, who's that?” I asked as I wiped my hands on my apron.

Mariam made me more curious by shrugging.

“Is it Nathan?”

“Do you believe that he'd come here?”

That was true. Why would Nathan come for me? But who could be at the door waiting for me?

“He called you Miss beautiful and wants to see you. I don't know who he is but he could be a secret admirer who will love you better,” Mariam teaseed me.

“That's just a fantasy. It doesn't exist.”

I removed my apron and went to the person at the door. I wouldn't know the person without checking so I had to go out there without having a single clue about the person's identity.

I walked out of the door to see a man resting against his car, looking around and using his phone. “Hi, Mister!” I called out so he would turn around to look at me.

While he appeared so delighted to see me, I was shocked to see him or maybe I was surprised about the fact that he came looking for me after what happened last night. I hope he wasn't thinking I was the type of woman he could have a night stand with. Having it at the back of my mind that he could have a bad motive I went to him.

“How are you doing, Mistress?” He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. I didn't expect him to do that but I wasn't going to let his sweet gestures get to me.

“Very well, thank you,” I answered without asking about him because I didn't want to care. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Is it because of what happened last night?”

“Partly,” he said to me.

“What do you think of me?” I frowned harshly at him.

“No, no, princess,” he shook his head.

“Why else would you be here?” I inquired. “I mean you have no other reason to be here!”

“Can we start by introducing ourselves?”

“I don't do old men so will you leave me alone?!” I almost yelled at him and began to walk away.

“My name is Mateo and I hope you tell me yours some other day!” He raised his voice so I could hear him as I walked back inside. I didn't want to view men as good people anymore. My husband cheated and I've always heard about how men could be such a jerk. I thought my fate would be different but I guess it was inevitable because men will always be men and I was not interested in getting laid by that fine old man; not so old but he was way older than me.

“I don't hope to see you,” I muttered, entered the house and went straight back to the kitchen.

“So who was he?” Mariam asked.

“The jerk who kissed me last night. I think he wants us to be close because he thinks I'm some woman he can just turn into a pleasuring machine!” I was furious.

“If that's the way you feel, then I support your decision. Don't let the bastard get into you. But I still don't know this man you are talking about. What's his name?”

“He called himself Mateo.”

“Mateo? He must be a friend of a friend because I don't exactly know him.”

I didn't respond and continued cooking.

I spent the day in the amusement park, watching children play happily. Then I thought about my baby because I knew that one day he or she would smile and love this place.

I came to the park for inspiration since I wasn't able to design any dress. After the park, I went to the beach but I was still not getting the spark so I went to a thrift store to check on some clothes. Perhaps I'd get inspiration.

Looking at some dresses, I wondered why they couldn't be made in another way and appear differently. Since they weren't the way I imagined, it became an idea. I got some ideas and went back home to get to work.

I slept late that night because I wanted to get something beautiful and stylish out of my designs.

The next morning, Mariam left early for work. After breakfast, I cleaned up the house and returned to my design.

A moment later, I heard knocks on the door and went to check who was at the door by asking. Mateo exclaimed, saying he wanted to have a word with the beautiful young lady he saw yesterday.

“She's not home,” I lied. I hated lying but I did not want to have a conversation with Mateo even though he calls me beautiful most of the time, which I secretly liked but refused to believe.

“Come on, beautiful I know your voice, especially after…” he paused and I knew what he wanted to say. “Please let's talk.”

“I don't want to.” I declared. “I'm leaving so it's better you do the same because if you keep hoping, you'd just be wasting your time.” After concluding, I refused to hear what he had to say and left to continue my work. I didn't know why I loved designing and what would come out of it but I hoped that something was coming for me; something better.