The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 74: billionaires club gala party part 2

Maya opened her door to see a bunch of people in her room. She waved at them, puzzled. "Hi."

A guy among them with purple hair gasped. "Oh, she is so pretty. We are going to have fun getting her all glammed up." The others murmured in agreement.

Who are these people? Maya asked inwardly.

"Hi, Maya. We are the glam team that your handsome billionaire boyfriend, Dalton Black has hired to make you look like a goddess for a gala party." The purple-haired guy said. He seems to be in charge of the glam team.

Ah, that is what Dalton meant when he said he would take care of it. How much does this glam team cost? Maya wondered. They look like they only provide their services to A-list celebrities and extremely wealthy women.

Maya smiled widely. "Okay. I will go take a shower, and then we can get started."

"Okay, girl. Take your time in there." The purple-haired guy smiled back. Maya likes him already. He is friendly.

Maya did take her time, taking a long, relaxing bath to relieve the stress of the day. She put on a comfortable robe and sat down, obediently allowing the glam team to work their magic.

"Are you a chef?" The purple-haired guy asked as he contoured Maya’s face. "Yes," Maya replied, smiling at him in the mirror. "What gave me away?" Maya bit her lips nervously. Is there food underneath her nails or something?

"When you came in, you were wearing a chef coat and a long hat."

"Oh," she forgot to change into her normal clothes and she left all of her belongings in her locker, including her handbag. Fortunately, her phone was with her. She has been leaving her phone at home lately.

"Girl, where do you work? We could come eat at a discount."

"I am a sous chef at a five-star restaurant downtown," Maya stated proudly. "You are welcome to check it out, and I will, of course, give you a discount."

"Sous chef? That is quite impressive, girl." The purple-haired dude jokingly patted her shoulders. He turned to the hairstylist who had done Maya’s hair before they began applying her makeup. "I told you she is not a kept woman."

Maya’s mood turned cranky. The makeup could not hide the irritation that was spreading across her face.

The hairstylist bared her teeth in embarrassment. "Why did you rat me out like that, Nigel?" She glared at the purple-haired guy.

"Sorry, I just thought you were too beautiful to be working like we mere mortals do. Your boyfriend is a billionaire. I would not work my ass off if I were you. You do not appear to be a girl who understands the concept of working." She was backtracking terribly. Maya’s face darkened. She did not work three jobs while suffering from the terrible side effects of traumatic brain injury for this hairstylist to say this. She wanted to scream at her, but she chose peace and decided to be the bigger person.

"Damn, you have to learn how to zip up your lousy mouth, or I will fire you." The purple-haired guy, Nigel, chastised the hairstylist. "Miss DeLuca, Sweetheart, I’m sorry about her."

"I apologize; my words were not well phrased. I just wanted to say you are so beautiful that I think working should be beneath you." The hairstylist sincerely apologized.

"It is fine," Maya brushed it off. It was not fine at all. She wonders if everyone at this billionaire gala event will also think she is a kept woman. She now dreads going. But then she realized she was going to be in the arms of the most feared man in the country. Dalton will not let anyone disrespect her. And if anyone insinuates that, she will stand up for herself.

Thirty minutes later, the glam team has successfully transformed Maya into a stunning goddess who will undoubtedly steal everyone’s breath at the gala party.

Maya thanked the entire glam team, including the annoying hairstylist, for their excellent work. Her hairdo was elegant and beautiful. Maya had no choice but to express her gratitude to her, even though she had offended her.

When they left, Maya stood in front of the long mirror, admiring how the stunning gown hugged her curves and complemented her makeup and hair.

Haven has a good eye. Maya figured out it was she who chose this gown. Her taste is sophisticated for a nerd. frёewebηovel.cѳm

A knock rang at the door.

"Dalton," Maya smiled brightly. She dashed to the door to open it. But nobody was there when she opened it.

"Chef DeLuca, " she heard someone say. Maya proceeded down the hallway in the direction of the voice.

Then, disaster strikes. Maya felt a sudden shove from behind, and her leg collided with a broken flower pot, causing her to trip and land on the soil that was scattered around the flower pot.

Maya glared at the broken flower pot. She doesnt recall it ever being here in the hallway. How did it get here?

"No!" Maya’s heart sunk in as she glanced at herself. Her beautiful gown, which was once pristine, was now smeared with dirt, completely ruined. Her entire body was covered in dirt!

"Oh, what happened?"

Maya lifted her gaze. Charlotte hovered over her, dressed in an elegant gown. Is she joining them or going to a different event? Maya mused. She is hoping for the latter.

Charlotte’s eyes were sparking with a wicked delight. "Your gown is stained with dirt. This is so unfortunate, Maya."

Maya was surged with embarrassment and anger. Charlotte did this! She sabotaged her and she is not hiding she is the culprit.

"Oh looks like Dalton will have to take me to the gala party instead." Charlotte smirked and it could cut glass. "Sister-in-law, I hope you wouldn’t mind if I take your place by his side. I could play the girlfriend role tonight. Dalton and I will look like the perfect couple."

"And I will send you, the pictures like the last time. I hope you will choose the perfect pic this time around. Ciao" She waved at Maya

Charlotte’s laughter echoed as she walked off whilst Maya remained in the dirt, so humiliated.

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