Chapter 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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