Savage Unapologetic(16)

Her facial expression said it all. The woman was not amused.

Of course Kells wouldn't be capable of being so wounded had the man in question been gorgeous. She was probably more insulted that a hot man ignored her. An occurrence that seldom happened to her.

"Anyway, I'm not sure if I read it right, but it looked like his girlfriend died." Kells was clearly troubled with her stellar spying abilities. "Her name was Natalia."

Anton shook his head. "If that were the case, then he had every right to be a jackass to you."

After making sure my robe was tight and secured, I glanced up to see my best friends seeming at odds with each other. "That's not nice, Anton," I mumbled with a smile. He was a tad right, just a tad.

"Seriously," Anton interjected, clearly not done with his piece. "I love you to death, Kells, but you can be such an inconsiderate bitch sometimes."

Kells barely heard Anton's words as she unceremoniously plunked herself into one of the white leather seats. "He was just too  …  ugh, what, like standoffish? He could've just said something-anything. I was just annoyed because I felt like a total loser. No one-no one has ever treated me so abysmally. I felt disrespected. It's appalling to be so cold  …  I'm just shocked."

"You could've apologized. The guy was obviously going through a shit ton of shit. I mean, after you've spied on him, you know." Anton suggested as he pointedly raised his brow at me, signaling that I should probably say something.

"Like hell I would. He's the one looking at me like I'm some brainless vermin." Kells toyed about the long line of makeup brushes, seemingly deep in thought.

"Kells, snap the fuck out of it please. Cara's being nice, but I bet you a hundred bucks she's probably freaking out. The hair lady's due to arrive in thirty minutes!"

She regarded Anton with rueful face. "I'm sorry. I think I'll be in much better shape if you give me a glass of wine."

"I'm on it!" I announced as I got up from the couch, relieved that she was ready to beautify my naked face. Anton was right; we could discuss this lonesome dark stranger after today's event.

River was due to arrive in an hour's time, coming from the studio. He would shower and get all spiffed up from here. He wholly asserted that he didn't require a lot of time to get ready. I didn't doubt it because the man mainly needed to shower and his great DNA did the rest.

It took half a bottle of Pinot to rev up Kells' engine so we could remotely get her working again. In her buzzed state, she seemed to have calmed down a notch, humming as she began to prep my face. She suggested that maybe a darker shade around the eye area would make me standout more, seeing that my dress was a subtle color. The contrast would be eye-popping, as she lightly put it. I trusted her judgment. Kells wouldn't be one of the sought-after artists in the world if she wasn't one of the best. 

While I comfortably sat before the brightly three-way mirror Anton had grandly situated in the living room, Kells progressed painting my face while the hairstylist, the ever-calm Irma, fashioned my tresses. My best friend didn't appreciate small talk while she waved her wand about me-in her case, her fine fancy brushes-so I sat like a statue as they did their magic.

And after an accumulated time of over an hour, they both did a fantastic job, giving me a off-circa nineteen-fifties vibe. It was effortlessly elegant, chic and painstakingly gorgeous. The makeup and hair perfected the whole ensemble. Hopefully I'd pass everyone's expectations, whatever that may be.

Still donning a robe as the girls did the last touches on me, my boyfriend stormed into the condo. He literally had half an hour to get ready before the limo was scheduled to arrive.

"Hi, beautiful ladies!" River cheerfully greeted in a mad rush, quickly popping into the living room before swiftly planting a kiss on my lips then dashing upstairs, taking two steps at a time. "I'll be ready, baby. Don't worry!" he hollered from the landing before I heard the loud thud of his bedroom door being shut close.

The man didn't even give me the opportunity to say a word, knowing I was none too pleased.

"I don't think he understands that being fashionably late only applies if you're Leonardo Dicaprio." Oh well, he was here, and even if we were running out of time, I was doing this for him and not for the publicity. However, it would still be nice to get there on time.

In the rarely used spacious silver and white decorated powder room, Kells helped me slip into the hugging bodice of my dress. She was beaming with pride as she roamed those green crystals on me with gleaming approval. "After today, you're going to be recognized. Don't forget us little people once the world starts screaming your name."