Chapter 7

1800 Words
Amethyst's POV It was finally the day of the highly anticipated party. I decided to head to the office three hours earlier than my usual schedule to take care of some paperwork that had piled up. I wanted to get everything sorted before the evening’s event so I wouldn’t have anything lingering on my mind. I even skipped lunch, prioritizing my tasks, and then went home two hours earlier than my usual work schedule to start getting ready for the party. The event was set to open at 6 PM, and the actual program would commence at 7 PM. I wasn’t particularly excited, but obligations were obligations. Miss Katrina had informed me earlier that she would be sending someone to drive me to the venue. As much as I wanted to decline her offer, she had been adamant, leaving me no choice but to accept. "Hey," I greeted Ara and Celine as I stepped into our apartment. "Amy!" Ara squealed excitedly, lunging at me for a warm hug. I laughed at her enthusiasm. "You're home early," Celine observed, raising an eyebrow. "I have a party to attend at 6 PM," I replied, my tone laced with boredom. Celine's eyes widened, and she gasped dramatically. "7 PM?! You should've come home earlier to prepare!" I simply shrugged, unfazed. Three to four hours was more than enough time for me to get ready. "How preposterous! Quickly! Take a shower and do your thing while I prepare my kit for your makeover!" she demanded, practically pushing me into the bathroom before I could protest. I chuckled to myself but did as I was told. I took a quick shower, allowing the warm water to relax me, then followed up with my usual skincare routine to prep my skin. When I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in my robe, Celine was already waiting impatiently. "About time," she huffed as she pulled me toward a stool in the living room. A full set of makeup products was meticulously laid out on the coffee table, making it look like I had a professional makeup artist booked for a private session. Celine often left some of her makeup at my place, but instead of using them up, she always ended up buying more. It was as if she had more than one face to paint. "We only have about two hours to get you prepped. Ugh!" she groaned dramatically, clearly frustrated by what she considered a time constraint. I playfully rolled my eyes. "I can do my makeup in like ten minutes, Celine," I said nonchalantly. She gasped, looking utterly offended. "Impossible!" she exclaimed. I chuckled at her reaction. "Now, stay put and let me do my thing," she commanded, and I nodded in surrender. Celine began rummaging through her extensive collection of makeup products, carefully selecting the ones she would use on me. "What party are you going to exactly?" she asked as she examined a foundation bottle. "A masquerade ball," I answered simply. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "What's the color of your gown?" "Emerald green," I replied. "Fabulous," she said, tapping her makeup brush against her hand with newfound determination. And so, the makeover began. Since I had already moisturized my face, Celine started with the foundation, meticulously blending it to perfection. I rarely wore foundation or even much makeup in general, but I knew she wouldn’t hold back tonight. She loved doing my makeup precisely because I barely wore any when I did it myself. "You don't have to overdo it. I'll be wearing a mask anyway, and it'll probably cover half my face," I pointed out with a chuckle. "Nonsense," she dismissed my concerns, continuing with her work. She proceeded with contouring, highlighting, and even did my eye makeup as if my mask wouldn’t be covering most of it. But I let her do her thing. There was no point in arguing. This was Celine, after all. After what felt like an eternity, she finally finished and curled my hair for the final touch. "Perfect," she declared, looking pleased with her masterpiece. "Now, where's your gown?" she asked expectantly. "It's in my room. I'll go ahead and get dressed," I said, and she nodded. I walked into my room and took out the gown that Miss Katrina and I had designed together. Carefully, I unboxed it and slipped it on. The gown hugged my body flawlessly, and the emerald green fabric accentuated my eyes beautifully. I paired it with silver stiletto heels, grabbed my matching silver purse, and picked up the elegant mask I had made. As I stepped out of my room and into the living room, Ara and Celine turned to look at me. Their reactions were priceless. "What do you think?" I asked nervously. "Oh my freaking gosh, Amy. You look absolutely gorgeous, babe!" Celine squealed in delight. I smiled at her enthusiasm. Then I turned to Ara, and I noticed her eyes glistening with tears. "What's wrong, Ara?" I asked, concerned. She looked at me with watery eyes and smiled. "You look beautiful, Amy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. It must have been her hormones acting up. I chuckled softly. "Thank you, ladies," I said, genuinely appreciative of their reactions. Celine nudged Ara playfully. "Don't you think Amy would make the perfect model? Right? Right?" she teased. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, but Ara eagerly nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes! My sister would make an amazing model! Why don’t you try it, Amy?" Ara urged. I shook my head. "I’d rather design clothes than model them. No, thank you." Both of them pouted in disappointment. Just then, my phone beeped. I glanced at the screen. "My ride is here. I need to go now," I informed them. They nodded in understanding, and I waved them goodbye before heading out of my apartment and making my way downstairs. As soon as I stepped outside, my eyes widened in disbelief. A limousine. Oh, Miss Katrina. The things you do. "Miss Wright?" the driver asked politely. "Yes, that's me," I confirmed. He bowed slightly before opening the car door for me. "Thank you," I said as I slid into the luxurious vehicle. The driver closed the door behind me and took his place in the driver’s seat. I was the only passenger, but the space inside was extravagant. The ride to the venue was quiet, save for the soft, elegant music playing in the background. I didn’t mind. It was quite relaxing, actually. Finally, we arrived at the location. "We're here, madam," the driver announced. I nodded and took a deep breath before slipping on my mask. The driver opened the car door, and as soon as I stepped out, I was met with the blinding flashes of cameras. I remained unfazed, gracefully accepting the driver’s offered hand as I stepped onto the red carpet. "Who is she?" "Is she a model?" "Is she a celebrity?" I could hear whispers and murmurs from onlookers as I made my way inside the venue. Once inside, I scanned the room and spotted Miss Katrina seated at a table with some senior designers. I made my way over, feeling the weight of countless eyes on me. Miss Katrina noticed me approaching and smiled. "Darling, finally," she said, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. A designer at the table looked at me curiously. "And who might this be, Katrina?" Miss Katrina turned to me with a proud smile. "Everyone, this is Miss Wright—my former apprentice and student. She's also Lady A’s representative for tonight." The entire table looked stunned. "Oh my, and here I thought you were a model," another designer commented. I smiled shyly. "Thank you." I said. "You look stunning, honey" another designer complimented. "Thank you" I said politely. I stayed in the table with miss Katrina and everyone else until the party officially started. I didn't dare leave my spot even when everyone else roamed around to socialize. They were probably looking for more sponsors for this coming fashion week I didn't need to do that. I had more than enough sponsors to get me by every year who support and love my works dearly. But of course, they don't know who I am personally "Darling, do you plan on just standing here all night?" Miss Katrina asked as she returned. I chuckled. "I don't mingle well with people, miss Katrina" I said. "Yes, you do. You just don't want to" she said. She caught me red-handed. We laughed it out. I'm not really shy around other people. I am confident in myself and I can carry myself well. I know how to make a conversation and please others with my words but I don't bother to do so. Since my family was in the business industry, I learned to do such things when meeting with my parents' company partners. That was how my life was for 18 years until I finally moved out. Or well, should I say ran away. "Hi, miss. I'm Cody Lee. I'm with Shaw Enterprises. And you are?" a man came up to me and introduced himself. I looked at him for a moment and sighed inside my head. "Amethyst Wright. I'm Lady A's representative" I simply introduced myself. "Are you not a model?" the man named Cody asked. I shook my head. "No, I'm not. But I'm sure there are plenty here who are" I said and he chuckled. "Well, you sure look like one" he said and gave me a wink. I almost rolled my eyes. I faked a giggle. "Please excuse me. I need to go to the ladies room" I said and didn't wait for his answer. How annoying. I did go to the ladies room and just looked at myself in the mirror. I went back out knowing the man from earlier would be gone by now. I was right. I got myself a glass of champagne before returning to my table. But then, someone ended up bumping into me and I lost my footing. I thought I'd end with my face on the floor but I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I ended up in someone's arms as I looked up at them. It was a man. Baby blue eyes. Long natural lashes. Rosy lips. Chiselled jawline. "Aren't you clumsy" he said with a smirk. I gulped as I composed myself and pulled away from him. "Sorry" I said and bowed at the man then quickly walked away in embarrassment. But then I suddenly felt like this has happened before. It was a major deja vu. And that person seemed awfully familiar as well, even with the mask on. Like I've met him before. But how, where and when? Weird.
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