Chelsea stopped in front of the door and knocked.

"Who is it?" shouted a rough manly voice from inside.

"Your client is here Ramos," Chelsea replied in a chirpy voice.

In a matter of seconds, the door clicked revealing a man who must've looked at least in his late twenties. With a classic handlebar mustache and flattop hair, he looked like one of those dudes from a late 80's film. "This way signora," he said curtsying, holding out the door for me.

Giving him a nod of acknowledgment I went inside. Just as Blake was about to follow the man, he put a hand on his chest making him halt in his tracks.

"Not you," said Ramos.

"I have orders to stay with her the whole time."

All of a sudden Ramos let out a squeal taking us all by surprise. "That is so romantic! ay you're one lucky woman mademoiselle" he said pinching my cheek. This man was crazy.

No wonder, I mean he works for Lucas Xander after all.

"Sit down," he said gesturing me to a chair. "Now now how are you doing in this blossoming passion-filled day m'lady," he said whilst handing me a drink which I gratefully accepted.

"Okay, I guess," I said taking a sip off my fruit juice.

"I'm okay too in case you're wondering" cut in Blake sarcastically.

Ignoring him Ramos called out for a girl asking her to get ready for the task.

"Now fiore do you have personal preferences?bob?chignon french twist? pixie? feather?"

I stared at him with a blank face. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"Ma'a-"

"Please, call me Thea."

"Thea," he said slowly as if he was talking to a child, "What kind of style do yo-"

With having to work two jobs and taking care of my sibling I didn't really have the time to get fancy haircuts. So I didn't know much about this stuff.

I twirled my finger around a strand of hair. Occasionally Lucy would cut it, saying there were split ends and how they were damaged and oh god she would go ranting for as long as she had to until I would give in and let her do it.

But that felt like ages ago and here I am getting ready for my mother-in-laws birthday party.

What the hell was that asshole thinking? I can't do this I-

"-MADEMOISELLE" shouted Ramos waving a dress at my face.

"Sorry what?"

"Do you like this dress?"

"Uh yeah it's cool"

"Good because you have no option but to wear it anyway,als- holy shit! che cavolo! it's three thirty" he said in an alarmed voice. "Where is that woman?" he muttered.

"Lay-"

"Hold on I'm coming goddamit stronzo!" screamed Layla.

"Don't call me that!" shouted Ramos.

"Then shut your trap!"

"Layla!"

She came out of the room which was facing right in front of us, slamming the door with a bang.

"One day I will cook you for dinner Ramos," she said glaring at him.

"Make sure you add some salt, sugar and some ass amor mio" he said giving her a flirtatious wink.

Ignoring him she gestured me to follow her and led me into a room with a whole new different exterior. Bright lights, mirrors, wardrobes and makeup kits were all over the place. I sat in front of the mirror as I was told.

"Here you can read this I'm gonna take time," she said handing me a magazine. "Thanks" I replied with a smile. I started reading the magazine. Half naked women, hot men, gossip, gossip and gossip. A few minutes later out of nowhere Layla blurted out,

"You know you're not a snotty bitch like I thought you would be."

"Uh thank you?"

She laughed in response.

"It's just I never thought he would ever settle down ya know? and now you guys are like together and married and all...it's just amazing."

Wait he told them?!

That asshole...

"Well people change" I said instead, biting my lip to stop myself from telling her the truth.

"That they do."

"Now let me do my magic," she said and proceeded to go on 'modifying' me.

...

One hour and a sore butt later I stared at the mirror in surprise. Layla smirked looking at my facial expression in the mirror. "You like it?"

"Yeah, yeah I do" I said with a small smile.

"Good now go get dressed," she said. "Fitting room is right over there, holler if you need me."

Judging by the looks of the dress it looks like I was going to some fancy Cinderella dance ball.

"Are you done yet?"

"Hold on"

I was struggling with the zipper. Why can't this thingy just go up? Finally giving up I came out with a moody face. "What's up?" asked Layla seeing my expression.

"Zipper" I grumbled.

"Should have just told me" she said rolling her eyes.

"You look great," she said giving a thumbs up.

"All thanks to you."

"Come on now let's go out before Ramos comes in."

I was feeling super jumpy and very very awkward as I entered the living room. Ramos smiled in satisfactory muttering "beautiful beautiful beautiful" whilst Blake openly gaped at me.

"You look amazing," he said still with his eyes wide.

"I think I liked it better when you weren't talking," I grumbled. Compliments weren't really something I was comfortable with. They felt so awkward to me. Nevertheless, my consciences did feel a wave of satisfaction. 

"After you," said Blake holding out the door. I walked out and made sure to step his foot while I was at it. "Still a bitch, nothing has changed I see," said Blake with a sigh, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You think I want to be here? you want me to be grateful? well, newsflash I never wanted any of this!" I whispered furiously, not wanting Ramos and Layla to hear.

"Adious amor!" said Ramos waving at me. He had his other arm wrapped around Layla who for once didn't look like she minded it.

I thanked him and Layla before following Blake to the car. Sure this treatment was nice but I didn't want it. The dress was beautiful and surprisingly comfortable too. But I didn't want that either.

I just wanted to get out of this thing.

I just wanted to go back to my home.

I just wanted to get my sisters back.

Nothing else.

...

The ride back to Xander's house was quiet. This time I didn't bother to talk nor did Blake. I  just wanted to get over this thing as soon as possible.  I didn't get out when Blake stopped the car. He looked at me in confusion before asking, "Oh so now I have to open your door princess?"

"Shut up. And I'm not getting down, we are leaving now anyways."

"Yeah well you'll be going in Xander's car."

"Why can't I go in this car with y-"

"Get out Sanderson" said the devil tapping on my window. Blake just shrugged in I-just-told-you-so manner.
Muttering an incoherent under my breath, I got out of the car.

But fate had different plans.

I stepped on my own dress and flew forwards.

Thanks for reading!

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