Chapter 31: ★Now shut up and let’s go have fun★

    ~Chapter 31~

    "What’s a club?" I asked, like the naive fool I was.

    Miss Red’s eyebrows arched upward in disdain. She looked at me as if I’d just admitted to not knowing how to breathe, her expression screaming ~ You must be fucking with me~

    "Really, you’re joking," she said. But I was genuinely confused. I’d never heard of a club, and my not knowing looked to be amusing her.

    Shaking her head, she sighed and walked over to me "Poor people don’t even know what a club is called now. Shame." Ouch, her words stung, but i brushed it off. After all, I knew she liked belittling people.

    She grasped my arm, pulling me toward a chair in front of a mirror. Once I was seated, she began rummaging through a bag, pulling out various products.

    "Don’t worry about not knowing what a club is," she said, slightly softer. "But I promise you, you will love it." She started applying things to my face, making me uncomfortable with the sensation of her touching me and I tried pulling away.

    But she held me firm,. "Hold still," she demanded, continuing her work on my face.

    I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror and I gasped, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. Miss Red was transforming me into someone else, someone more beautiful and sophisticated.

    What’s she doing to me?, she added a powdered something on my face making me cough out, sneezing. "Oops" she giggled, making me laugh out to at the face she made.

    Apart from her - everyone attention on me character-, she was actually someone to be with. I slowly felt comfortable around her as she continued her task in transforming my ugliness to something else.

    Miss Red stepped back, picking up a brush and began pulling all the tangles on my hair, she spray some things which smelled amazing.

    "You look stunning," she said, stepping out to admire her handiwork. I saw my reflection and I could barely recognize the person staring back at me.

    My face wasn’t mine, the lady looking back at me was drop-dead gorgeous.

    The hair, oh, the hair! Don’t let me go there. My unruly white locks, which always resembled a bird’s nest, now cascaded down my back in luscious waves, framing my face and falling over my shoulders.

    "How?" The words escaped my lips, barely audible. Miss Red smiled, clearly pleased with herself.

    "Makeup, the power of makeup," she said, laughing as she met my gaze in the mirror. "It’s magic, isn’t it?" she added.

    Make up? That’s the magic, if so the it’s a very powerful magic. Because damn, look at my face!

    Mesmerized, I watched as Miss Red began to work on her own face. She added some powder and some other stuffs, enhancing her natural beauty.

    "I only added a bit of powder blush and lip gloss," she said, attaching a long, luscious lash to her natural lashes, she didn’t add those on me. "You’re already looking good, so I didn’t need to add much." Ahh, did she just indirectly compliment me? i stuck a loose strand behind my ears.

    Her makeup was flawless, but it looked like she had added more than just a bit of powder and lip gloss. I watched, fascinated, as she worked her magic.

    Some minutes later, She finally turned to face me fully, and I gushed at her stunning beauty. Her face looked like a work of art, with perfectly contoured cheekbones, luscious lashes, and a bold, red lip. She was a looker, no doubt about it.

    The look on her face was ~ don’t come near me face~

    she spoke up. "Don’t say anything, I know I’m fucking hot!" She praised herself in self-admiration. what a self centered girl she is. I looked at her, some people can’t change even if they were hit by a vase.

    I just smiled, amused by her antics as she grasped my arm, pulling me up from the chair and dragging me toward the bed, where she had laid out some clothes.

    She picked up a gold-colored gown, and pushed it in front of me, her eyes scrutinizing my frame as if sizing me up for a fashion show.

    "Change into this," she said, firmly but excited too. Pushing me into a room and I obediently entered,

    The room was a treasure trove of fashion delights. it was huge and filled with clothes, shoes and anything you could find for fashion.

    Looking down at the gown still clutched in my arm, I began to undress the robe I was on.

    Wearing the gown, I found it as a challenge. The zipper refused to budge, and the dress kept shrinking before my eyes.

    It was damned short, barely covering my bum. Who designs clothes like this? I couldn’t zip it up and the fabric didn’t pass my bum more than an inch.

    This wasn’t a dress at all, as it barely covered anything. I moved out the room and walked to the bedroom, all the while tugging the dress down, but it stubbornly sprang back up.

    Miss Red was already dressed in a stunning dark green gown that matches her eyes. Her dress was even shorter than mine, but she carried it off with so much confidence.

    She looked over to the sound of the room door opening, "Look at you, already looking rich," she said, walking over to me. She turned me around, zipping up the gown despite my protests.

    The dress was choking the air out of me, it was tight and short, a very uncomfortable combination.

    And I spoke up, I can’t let her force me into a dress I have never worn, nor am I comfortable with.

    "This is ridiculous," I began, trying to reason with her. "It’s too short, and I can barely breathe. Like literally I can’t breath."She looked unmoved but annoyed too as She stood before me, finished wearing her shoes before saying,

    "Be grateful. I’m helping a maid like you to have a fun day. Now, shut up and let’s go have fun." Her expression darkened, clearly tell me to dare her.

    What had I gotten myself into?