Denzel walked out model style, sporting a stylish black suit that probably costed more than what Sharmaine was wearing. She stood up and stared at him. It fitted him like a dream. He looked so handsome with his swept back hair and prominent jawline.
"You look good," she said with a smile. For some reason, Denzel felt his cheeks burn slightly. He saw her always as a man but he felt like her aura had changed today. Was it because of what she was wearing?
The black-clad man clapped his hands in the air. "You two look good in the outfits and as a couple."
A couple, both of them thought. Equally, they blushed at each other. "T-Thanks?" Sharmaine muttered, not knowing if she was heard by the man. Finally, the preparations began afterwards.
Both of them were undressed and was offered robes to attend their services. The first service was a full-body massage, next was the facials, up next was the manicure and pedicure, then the make-up and lastly, the dressing up. All of it were tiring and made Sharmaine feel too privileged. She was so used to doing her make-up and styling before, now she had someone who did it for her.
Nevertheless, all of the necessary and scheduled procedures made Sharmaine more prepared for what she had signed up for. Looking at the mirror, she was beaming! Her figure suited nicely with the style of the gown. Her skin was butter smooth, no pores at all, patted on with light make-up. Her boyish hair was styled nicely in a way that made her look more feminine. It was as if she was not disguising herself in the first place.
They both exited opposite doorways and caught a glimpse of each other as they both entered the car. They slowly turned their heads to each other. Denzel stood out the most for Sharmaine. He was like the nation's husband, or something, with his appearance.
Her heart pounded faster the more she looked at Denzel. "You look good."
"You as well," Denzel said without looking at her, "A basket of good luck to you. You better pull off that act." His tone was filled with authority that it made Sharmaine sweat-drop.
Sharmaine smiled. "Would you like me to portray as your lover? Or would it be better if I act like an arrogant b*tch who leeches you for money?"
He was about to answer the former, but thought about its relevance. They really only needed to lure the enemy in and then swoop in for the kill.
"Do whatever you want," he answered in a monotonous voice. Her eyes gleamed in her mind, fantasizing each and every move she'll make later. She was nervous as her heart pounded loud as if it's going to escape her chest any time soon.
The whole ride was silent until they stopped in front of an entrance line with red carpets. Reporters and photographers raced inwards to get a chance to interview or take a picture of the various influential people attending.
At this moment, Sharmaine's heart went crazy. It was here. Alright, this was show time.