Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 220

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I relished the meal, savoring each bite and enjoying the feel of each flavor on my plate. As much as I wanted to eat more of the delicacies, I had to settle for lighter meals. My stomach soon got filled, and being the minimalist I was, I had to stop. Eating beyond that point was gluttony, and I wasn't one.

I covered the plates and pushed the tray aside, turning to thank Ashley. "Thank you so much, I enjoyed this."

"You're welcome, even though you didn't eat as much as I wanted you to," she said, feigning a pout.

"Overfeeding me is not part of the plan, is it?"

"You're right, it isn't," she smiled ruefully and put the tray away.

"Now, you have to rest a little before we get down to business. We've got a lot planned for you today."

"You're still not gonna tell me about this plan, aren't you?"

"You're right, I won't," she said, winking.

I nodded, resigning to my fate. As much as I wanted to be privy to what was being planned, I also enjoyed being in the dark. It helped amplify the tension and anticipation I was feeling inside.

Lounging comfortably on the chair, I exhaled in contentment. Life was indeed good with the people you love and who love you right back, in it. As I rested, I thought of Maverick. I hadn't seen him since the early morning surprise, and it was so with everyone else. Was keeping everyone away from me, part of this secret birthday plan?

So I leaned a little close to Ashley who was seated in the chair close to me, typing away on her phone. "Where's Maverick, and everyone else?"

"Maverick is with his grandma," she said, looking up from her phone. "And for everyone else?" The look of mischief was back on her face now. "You'll find out soon."

I nodded, but then my curiosity was not satiated. I was tempted to ask about Jared's whereabouts. If he had sent any birthday wishes, but I bit the words back. I didn't care if he wished me a happy birthday or not. Or at least, that's what I told myself. I tried to push the thought of him out of my mind, but it wouldn't budge, refusing to be ignored.

Soon, it was time to get started on the next activity. I walked over to the dressing table where the two ladies were waiting. They introduced themselves as Candice, the makeup artist, and Lola, the stylist.

"Hi, I'm Candice," she said, smiling. "I'll be doing your makeup today." She was a tall slender woman with a stylish fashion sense.

"And I'm Lola," the second woman introduced, smiling, too. "I'll be styling your hair and helping you get dressed." She was a chubby lady with moon-shaped dimples on both cheeks.

I smiled, feeling flustered by the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do I love you less?

"Hi, nice to meet you both."

Candice and Lola immediately got to work afterward. Candice worked her magic with my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She used light products, focusing on enhancing my look without tampering with my natural beauty.

While Candice worked on my face, Lola worked on my hair, styling it in loose cascading waves that fell on my back. She used a curling stretcher to add some bounce to my hair and then finished it off with a center-parting fringe.

As they worked, I couldn't help but feel like royalty. I had never felt so indulged in my life. The attention was mind blogging, and I felt like a princess.

Hours later after they were done, and stepped away for me to stare at myself properly in the vanity mirror, a gasp tore from my lips. I stared back at a version of myself that looked too good to be real. I looked incredible. My makeup was flawless, my hair was stunning, and I felt like a million dollar bucks.

"Wow!" I finally mouthed. I still can't believe the transformation. I looked like a completely different person.

Lola and Candice smiled, looking pleased with their handiwork.

"You look amazing, Ma'am," Lola cooed. "But we're not done yet. We will have to get you dressed."

I nodded, head bubbling with excitement. I couldn't wait to see my outfit. At the same time, I was curious about where I would be going because there was no way I was going through all of these just to sit back in my room. I just can't wait to find out the rest of the plans.

Lola walked over to a dress bag that was banging on the back of the door and gently unzipped it to reveal a dress. My eyes rounded like saucers as I took in the sight of the stunning gown. It was a customized strapless Chanel evening dress, with meticulous beading and embroidery that shone and sparkled like diamonds in the dark. The champagne color was alluring and screamed glamour. It was a truly breathtaking piece, and I couldn't help my Jaws dropping at the sheer beauty of it.