His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 17

Present

Camille

My hair was straightened out with a blunt cut and long curtain bangs, and it had been dyed caramel. Since Rika liked my short, and dark hair, I had never bothered to change its color. She said my black hair made my gray eyes stand out. It gave them a sharper look. 

 

“You look lovely in this haircut,” Charles, my hairstylist, said with a glowing smile. “Do you like it?” 

 

“It looks great,” I replied, turning around to see my hair in the mirror. “It changed my face a bit.” 

 

“Now, let me give you the final touch before you move onto your dress. Sia will be here with your dress anytime.” He made me sit on a styling chair before beginning to work on my face. I was in a lot of pain after being waxed for hours. As I looked in the mirror, my beauty struck me for the very first time. My last visit to the salon was years ago. 

 

“Ouch!” I winced when Charles removed my facial hair with a strip. “What the heck is it?” 

 

“I will remove your unwanted hair from your face so that your makeup will come out smoothly,” he explained as he stuck a thin strip under my nose before removing it quickly. A sharp pain made my eyes water. 

 

“Is it necessary?” I growled out as he applied it to my face again. 

 

“Yes,” he said, pumping a bottle of moisturizer into his hand and applying it to my face. “Your face looks natural. It doesn’t appear that you use makeup often.” 

 

“I don’t wear makeup,” I spat. 

 

“How old are you?” he asked. 

 

“Twenty-six.”

 

“Hmm… if you don’t, you should,” he suggested. “So Archie is your boyfriend.” 

 

“Yup.” 

 

“I would have dated you if he had not...” he laughed, and I frowned. He started my makeup with primer, then applied foundation, concealer, foundation powder, bronzer, blush, highlighter, and finally eyeshadow. 

 

“Are you making me a clown?” I glared at him. 

 

“You need to be patient.” He climbed and my jaw flexed. 

 

After minutes, he sprayed something on my face and hair before turning me around. “You won’t see yourself now,” he said before shoving me into the changing room. 

 

It startled me to see a pink-haired girl inside the room. She was holding an olive green satin dress. “Hey, this is Sia, your stylist.” She introduced herself politely before extending her hand forward for a handshake. 

 

“This is Camille Davidson.”

 

“I know about you,” she said, and I frowned, wondering what she meant. “Let’s get you ready since we are running late.” 

 

After a while, 

 

“Now, you can see yourself in the mirror,” Sia said while turning me around and letting me see myself. As soon as I looked in the mirror, my mouth opened wide in astonishment. 

 

The dress had a halter neck, high low hem, and embellished racerback design. This was enhancing my slender figure, making me look attractive and captivating. The makeup on my face had a dewy glow, my lips were glossy pink, my lashes mascara-smeared, and my eyes shimmered with a nude eyeshadow. Charles did my hair in a messy updo and waves for a natural look. I looked down at the thigh-high slit that prominently showed my toned legs off. 

 

“You’re looking stunning,” Sia complimented me with a bright smile. “Here are your shoes.” she placed glittery gold stilettos in front of me. I was feeling like Cinderella. 

 

“It’ll kill my toes.” I groaned out in frustration. 

 

“I’m sorry to hear that, but we can’t do anything about it.” 

 

Annoying, I put on the shoes, which added three to four inches to my height. My feet were stumbling as I was struggling to walk on it. 

 

“Jesus Christ!” a man gasped, and I raised my head to see him looking at me open-mouthed. “You’re excessively looking attractive, Cami. I can’t believe it’s you.” 

 

“You’re making me pay for your kindness, Archie.” I rolled my eyes. “My toes are already killing me.” When he didn’t take his eyes off me, I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening to me?” 

 

“Umm…” he shrugged his shoulder. “I’m sorry. What were you talking about?” 

 

“My toes are hurting,” I grunted. 

 

“Do you want me to carry you?” he asked with a chuckle.

 

“Hell, no.” 

 

Another chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled a box from his pocket before bringing it in front of me. “I brought a surprise for you.” The box snapped open, revealing a diamond necklace. 

 

“Archie…” before I could protest, he placed his finger on my lips. 

 

“Shh… let me help you wear them.” He grinned and went behind me. “You’ve got a sexy back.” 

 

Rolling my eyes, I said nothing. My fingers touched the thin diamond string in my neck as its reflection flashed across my eyes. “It must cost you a fortune. I won’t keep it.”

 

“It was made for you,” he commented as he admired my neck. “You look completely different today, Cami.” 

 

“Thank you again.” I smile before tucking my hair behind my ear. 

 

*******

 

“Will Scott be attending this banquet as well?” I asked. 

 

Archie said with a laugh. “He’s the center of the party. The party is incomplete without him.” 

 

“I don’t want to confront him.” 

 

“Are you scared of him?” 

 

“No,” I replied, staring out the window. “The sight of his face made me sick to my stomach.”

 

“Do you love him, Cami?” He said, and I snapped my eyes at him. He had taken me by surprise. 

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