With the help of Mr Dean,I slowly climbed down the back seat of the car just to be confronted by the flash and clicks of cameras from the paparazzi's standing outside the venue settling panic In my stomach,but the same panic vanished the moment Mr Dean wrapped my hand around me his presence giving me a boost of confidence as we walked into the hotel.
I looked up to find ladies beautifully adorned with heavy makeup on and realization suddenly dawned on me that I had nothing on my face, not even an earring on my ears.
"Mr Dean,are you sure it's okay for me to follow you to your party?" I whispered and he looked down on me with an eyebrow raised
"It's just that I didn't apply anything on my face not even powder nor lipstick unlike the other women" I said looking at the floor as we waited for the elevator to open just to have him chuckle
"Can you apply make up?" He questioned and I nodded" well I'm not good at it but..I heard it's like paint,so I can at least do something modest.."
"And turn yourself into a clown" he said narrowing his eyes at me the side of his lips tugging upward. I suddenly had the urge to step on him "Just let me go home and save yourself the embarrassment of being seen with me" I murmured rolling my eyes
"There's no way I'll be able to fulfill that request as the media has a photo of the both of us together,but thankfully your face wasn't captured because your hair was all over like that of a ghost"he said with a smirk pulling me into the elevator
A ghost is that really what he thinks of me? I couldn't help but ponder why he made use of such an illogical comparison
"We still have thirty minutes before the event starts so we have thirty minutes to make you look like a human,so don't worry about my image it can never be shaken by such trivial issues"
"Image my foot. I hope you trip on something and break a leg at the party. '' I murmured to myself before rolling my eyes once more just to have the elevator door open up.
I followed him diligently from behind as he led the way and the thought of the lecture he gave me all through our drive suddenly resurfaced.
Could it be he's not on good terms with the people here and that's why he's trying to vent his frustration on me?
Whatever I'll just mind my business while he minds his,I hope this party is over even before I realize I'm at one. I've never been a fan of social gatherings from the start because it makes me feel very uncomfortable and I've always found excuses not to attend one but turns out I can't even turn this one down even if I want to.
"Will you come in or are you going to keep standing there?" I looked up to find Mr Dean holding the door for me.
Is the party inside the hotel room? I asked no one in particular as I walked into the room
"Your makeup artist and hair stylist would be here in a minute,you can sit over there and read a book or whatever I'll be inside" he left, not sparing me a glance.
I took one more look at the hotel room and a gasp escaped me
Is this really what a hotel room looks like?
So spacious and big,could this be the suit I usually hear uncle mention?
But to be honest this is surely worth spending money on.
"Carmela!" I turned around to find ken with a huge smile enveloped my face as I waved at him, and seems he wasn't alone he had two ladies following discreetly behind him
"Have you been well" he asked stroking the sides of my hair and I nodded
"Alright,I have some things to talk to Nix about, they'll get you prepared" he pointed to the ladies behind him before heading to the direction Mr Dean headed to.
"Please take a seat here so we can begin" one of the ladies said with a smile while pointing towards the couch.
I sat as she requested and the other lady started working on my hair when she kept staring at me
"I must admit you do have a very nice glow without makeup, I'll just do a very light shade of makeup to enhance that glow.."
"Don't do a light shade make it a heavy one so she can stand out with Mr Dean,we wouldn't want others thinking his past girlfriends are more prettier than his present" the one making my hair spat just to receive a death stare from her colleague
"You should watch what you say unless you don't like your job as much as I think you do.
And which other girlfriend's are you talking about she's actually the first girl I've seen with him since my years of working with his sister" she opened the box she brought in with her and brought out some brushes.
"Well rumors says otherwise"
"And rumors aren't always true" she scoffed before having a sigh "Miss please don't mind her words she sometimes speaks without thinking" She apologized and I nodded waving it off.
Rumors weren't completely true but are sometimes a mixture of the truth that is sometimes exaggerated. But either way,it really doesn't concern me as I'm neither one of his girls nor planning to be one, in fact,I still question why he brought me with him to the party his grandfather invited him to.
"Oh my, you look breathtaking" the lady who did my makeup said, bringing up a mirror and that's when the harsh reality of I was almost blind without my glasses as my image on the mirror was blurry.
It was okay not wearing it at home but what was I thinking not bringing it with me when I stepped out of the house.
"What do you think?" She asked and I nodded with an award smile
Come to think of it,after the day of that fire incident I couldn't seem to find my glasses anymore
Did I misplace it? Well if I did I'm sure someone must have seen it and would have given it to me but that didn't happen..
"Are you done yet?" I heard Mr Deans voice just to find him standing behind me
"I think the both of you are running late the party has already began" Ken said rushing out of the room "Carmela you look very beautiful and Nix I'm off" he said before shutting the door behind him and I suddenly feel this rooms atmosphere change but switched back as if it never did which I felt weird.
"Shall we?" Mr Deans voice broke the silence as he stretched out his hand which I took and stood to my feet before wrapping my hand tightly around his
"What's wrong, are you feeling nervous?" He asked slowly as he lead the way and I object shaking my head
"Mr Dean, would it make sense to you if I say I can't see anything properly at the moment?" I said putting on a smile knowing that my next sentence could lead to me getting in trouble
"Meaning?"
"To cut the long story short, remember that fire accident..Yeah, I lost my glasses then and totally forgot about it but now realization has finally dawn at me that I'm doomed." I said, still holding onto his hand tightly while I showcased a tight smile.
"In other words you're currently telling me that you just realized you have a sight defect and you've been without your glasses for days and never figured out something was wrong?" He raised his voice a bit and I nodded.
"How about I book you an appointment with a neurologist because I feel the accident from earlier also affected your brain. How can you tell me you lost your glasses for days and never realized? How exactly do you read" he stood his his tracks and faced me
"You should have said that you lost them then I wouldn't have thrown then away thinking you no longer needed them"
"You threw away my glasses?"
"Yes, because I thought you had contacts and that's why you threw it away" he said and I let out a scoff feeling helpless
"You should have asked me first!" I responded half screaming
"And you should have remembered you misplaced them,like isn't there no difference when you're using your glasses and when you're not?" He raised an eyebrow
"There is but when I wake up from sleeping the first thing I do I put on my glasses and if I don't I tend to think everyone's vision is as poor as mine.. like I sometimes feel something is wrong with my brain.." my last words came to be a whisper.
At times I'm able to see clearly without my classes and most times I find it difficult to see even while with my glasses. I believed it was normal
Just like I hoped for my fate to be like that of others.
"You must be crazy if you assume the world works the way you think"he sighed taking my hands in his and pulling me close "Cling to me tightly, unless your precious makeup is more valuable to you than personal space. Then by all means, flake off on someone else and deal with it yourself." he said with a straight face as we stepped out of the elevator and proceeded to the party.