Page 114 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Chapter Forty-Three
Iris
Yuna takes my key to Tony’s penthouse for the prep, which is taking all day long, according to her texts. When I ask her what she’ll do if Tony’s working from home, she says she already checked by calling his office. My Friday is shot because I’m too distracted. I have no idea what she’s planning, and I don’t know how Tony will react. I wonder if I should’ve just asked him out to a romantic restaurant, but it’s too late now. That would be snubbing Yuna.
Around lunch time, Yuna texts me, insisting I leave work three hours early because I need to do something about my appearance.
You said I looked fine!I text back.
That was then. This is now.
I roll my eyes. She’s too invested in this being a huge production, when all I want is to go to Tony and fall into his arms.
Still, she’s been the most awesome friend, so I humor her. “It’s going to be super boring,” I say to Bobbi as she drives me to the address Yuna sent.
“You aren’t my first client to spend hours at a spa or whatever. Don’t worry.”
The moment we arrive, Yuna drags me inside the salon to get my makeup and hair done professionally. “Ethereal and radiant,” she orders before I can get a word in.
The stylist beams. “Perfect.”
“Are you going to have her wax me, too?” I ask Yuna, my tone extra dry.
“You didn’t shave this morning?”
She’s serious.“Never mind.”
“No, we can probably add that. They can do a full-body wax while she does your face.”
A vivid mental picture pops into my head. Me lying down, my thighs spread indecently, with wax all over my legs, armpits and crotch, while a makeup artist is wielding a brush over my face. Shudders run through me. “No! I was being sarcastic.”
“But waxing does look better. And it feels nicer when…”
“No! Absolutely not.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Very,” I say. If she doesn’t back off, I’m going to get Bobbi to gag her. Yuna isn’t the only one with hired muscle around here.
The makeup and hair go smoothly. The stylist knows exactly how to enhance my eyes and cheeks. She puts a lovely shade on my lips that she dubs “bridal pink.”
“I’m not getting married,” I say.
“Close enough.” Yuna gestures to Mr. Kim, who’s been sitting in the waiting area.
He brings over a garment bag and a box.
“Ta-da! The perfect dress for you!” Yuna says, unzipping it.
The maxi dress is white with a lovely hint of pink. The mesh bodice is held up by two thin straps. The neckline is a little too plunging for me, but the rhinestones, sequins, iridescent beads and tiny pearls look amazing on the top half the dress. The skirt is unadorned and plain, but it makes the dress even more elegant and sweet.
“It’s gorgeous, but I don’t know… Don’t you think the neckline is a bit too low?”
“We could always do a nun’s habit, but come on. You want this to be memorable. This dress will make a statement. And I promise, it will not make you look slutty. Put it on with these shoes.” She hands me a pair of silver stilettos.
The stylist takes me to the changing room. I put on the dress. It fits perfectly. Ditto for the shoes. Yuna must’ve put a lot of thought and effort into finding them. I can’t wear anything underneath, though, because of the plunging bodice and the skirt showing the panty lines. Thankfully, Yuna tosses a glossy black bag over the door to stuff my bra and panties.
Although I’m feeling a bit bare underneath, the dress is an ethereal promise of a lovely future. Exactly what I need when I see Tony today.
