Vanessa
With the help of Lily, I eventually got dressed in less than an hour and was satisfied with my reflection.
I looked really beautiful wearing a white off-shoulder shirt with sleeves, tucked in a black leather fitted skirt with black pumps.
My lips were tantalising coated with my favourite colour: red, the mascara and eyeliner highlighted my hazel eyes, and my long dark brown hair was straightened. I also wore gold earrings, a matching necklace and a bracelet to complete the look.
"Thank you." I commended.
"No problem, I'm just doing my job," she said with a smile.
"You look beautiful, there is no way your mom will complain of your appearance."
I know you must all be thinking why make a fuss if it was just my mom arriving. My mom is a disciplinarian as well as a perfectionist.
She once told me: 'There was never an excuse to be ugly.'
I never knew what she meant by that, till five years ago when she arrived from California on business trip. She met me on the couch stuffing my face with sugar, while wearing sweatpants and a black tank top with my hair packed in a bun.
Seeing me in that state, she made a big deal about it, telling me the same words: 'There is never an excuse to look ugly' saying I should always look my best when she was around 'cause I never know who she was gonna to bring to the house.
She even added that by looking like that I could scare her guests away. Well, long story short; she grounded me for a full week, that is, stopping me from using any gadgets, because I was being home-schooled then. Ever since, I always prepared for mom's arrival.
"You look beautiful too," I complimented.
She was dressed in the maid's attire which was made of a blue checked material consisting of: a button shirt and a knee-length skirt, and she was also wearing make up.
What can I say everyone wanted to look good for mom.
"Thanks." she said smiling sweetly and I squeezed her shoulders.
She is so sweet and I love her so much.
Lily was my personal maid, but she wasn't just a maid to me, she was like a senior sister. Sadly, Lily started working at my house two years ago when she dropped out of college, because her parents passed away.
I was really sad when I heard her story, but she was so kind, beautiful and sweet, and I always wondered why life was always this unfair.
"We should go downstairs now, your mom would be arriving any minute now." Lily informed.
"Oh, yes we should."
We made it downstairs just before the front door was opened revealing my mom who looked sophisticated in her black suit, red heels and sunglasses.
Her personal bodyguard and assistant Tanya walking by her side, while Philip and Henry her extra hefty bodyguards are seen behind her carting her luggages.
"Mom!" I squealed, and I engulfed her in one of my infamous bear hugs.
She peeled my arms from her and placed it by my sides. I ignored the fact she just rejected my hug.
"How are you? How was your flight? How was your journey?" I asked.
"You look nice." My mom said brushing of my questions.
"I know right? It took me-"
She raised her hands abruptly cutting me off. "I didn't ask for that," She denoted.
"The journey was stressful, I need to rest and you raving about things I find unimportant would not help matters." she explained and walked past me.
She continued walking and suddenly she stopped in front of the stairs then she muttered 'perfect'.
At least she's pleased with the house.
She clapped her hands, signalling Maria and Carly which were the maids appointed to her quarters to come to her. They quickly scampered to her side and like that they all ascended the stairs.
What a dramatic entry! I know right?
She always has a dramatic entry, and she always shut me off and any form of affection I show; nothing new. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt every single time, but I kept hoping that one day she would come through that door, with her arms opened and lips smiling ushering me to come to her. Sadly, today was no different, but I would never stop hoping.
"Are you okay?" Nana asked, concerned.
"Don't worry I am." I assured her and I tried smiling. Although, I failed miserably she didn't question further.
I pulled my black pumps and I threw myself on the couch, switched on the TV trying to find a program that will ease my pain.