Aom Chinda put on some mascara, concealer and foundation before she applied some pink blush on her cheeks and a pinkish lipstick to finish off.
In the walk in wardrobe, among the dozens of dresses, Aom Chinda found a very attractive orange one sleeve asymmetric ruched stretch jersey mini dress. She also found some gorgeous orange PVC platform pumps. All her clothes were embroidered with the initials A.M.
She then wore her attractive, orange one sleeve asymmetric ruched stretch jersey mini dress accompanied with her orange PVC platform pumps. She left her hair done in a side swept. Aom Chinda opened her bedroom door and called out Anita - one of the maid servants. With skirts tucked up and a mop in hand, the little girl was polishing the beautiful floor of the tesselated corridor. When she saw Aom Chinda, she called out, "Miss, are you feeling better today?"
"I'm okay," Aom Chinda nodded. "Come here for a moment, Anita."
Anita's sweet smile slowly vanished from her round face. She looked nervously toward the staircase. It was a beautiful structure curving down to the lower hall. The wrought iron struts were marvellously decorated and gilded. They were very good at that sort of work in Majorca, and of course, in Spain generally. The railing was polished Spanish mahogany. All the way along the wall as far as she could see hung gold framed portraits. Aom Chinda reminisced the old moments that captured those moments in the camera.
"No one is permitted in the young Miss's room...." Began the little maid, but she was not having that. Aom Chinda descended down the staircase as her high heels clacked as she stepped on the stairs. She then took the mop out of Anita's hand and forcibly led her into her room.
"Yes, miss?" She inquired politely as she had no other option but to accept to serve her Miss.
"Are mom and dad home?" Aom Chinda inquired as she smiled amiably exposing her eggshell white teeth.
"No!" Anita replied as she nodded her head making her curly hair shake vigorously in accordance to her little head's movement.
"Oh, you can go, thank you." Aom Chinda replied and returned to her room.
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Aom Chinda walked out of the main door and boarded her vehicle.
Aom Chinda sat on the back of the black limousine, the car had tinted windows. The limousine was one of the most effective cars in the market.
"Wine and Fine Dine Michelin star restaurant?" The chauffer who was dressed in a black suit inquired.
"Yes," Aom Chinda replied as she buckled up. She had settled in the car feeling blissful as she could get her revenge on Chakrii Malivalaya. The white leather seats were very pretty.
The chauffer shook his head and in the next minute, he started the engine and drove off at a terrific speed.
The afternoon sun was hot and the blue sky glorious. Aom Chinda adored the pink cherry blossoms petals lying dry on the ground. They made the ground look pretty. The hanging drying flowers, on the fences oc the houses looked pretty also. When the car entered the improved town, Aom Chinda looked from side to side as she looked at the towering skyscrapers. The wide streets were dark and cool, shaded from the sun by the towering skyscrapers on each side of the road. One or two cars with occupants, some with one or more than two passengers passed by in a terrific speed. Through the open windows of the car, there drifted the local sweet scent of cherry blossoms, roses and even daisies that were planted on the roadsides. The water from the fountain at the roundabout splashed all over the road. After sometime, the car hatled in front of the Wine and Fine Dine Michelin star restaurant. There was minimum noise at the place. Outside the restaurant stood people either in groups chatting or some alone strolling, sun basking or even on their mobile phones.