I still can't belive that I'm standing here- infront of the Belait restaurant! How did this happen, you ask. Well, lets head back to twelve hours ago.
****
"What?!" I almost choked on the air on my breath. It wasn't long after the call, that the coordinates of our meeting place appeared on my phone screen.
The message had read, 'meet me at the Belait restaurant, by 6:30am, tomorrow. Do not be late.'
'Is he crazy?!' I wondered. 'How does he expect me to enter into the Belait restaurant, when I'm flat broke?!' Yes, you heard me right.
The Belait restaurant wasn't just any restaurant. It is the best in the whole of city A! The only people capable of dinning there were the elites. Not just any kind of elites- filthy, stinking, wealthy people! And I'm not one of them.
It has the best service, the best chefs, the best everything! Me going there will be an insult to the rich class. To be honest, I'm not prepared to be on anyone's bad list. They will literarily sniff me from a mile away! I'm scared.
"What is it?" Jenna walked in on another episode of my melancholy.
"I have an interview by six-thirty tomorrow, and its at the Belait restaurant!" I wailed.
"Really? Are you going to work for the mayor?" She looked at me hysterically. "Just what on earth did you tell them?"
"I didn't say anything out of the ordinary, just that I am a virtual assistant." I lied with a straight face. It wasn't an interview, and I'm sure it wasn't a date either- I don't know what he has in store for me, and it made me anxious.
"I can't turn them down. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jenna. What should I do? I have nothing to wear." I complained. I don't want to meet up with him looking like I'm in my fifties! It'll be the joke of the century, and I will die from shame.
"That's alright. You can count on me." Jenna insisted with a smile. "you're lucky I'm a designer."
"Do you know what this calls for?" She grinned, and I knew that my day was about to get hectic.
"Spa day!" She squealed like a little girl.
We literarily wandered into every classic boutique she saw. I got to see clothes I never knew were in existence. She picked random clothes, shoes and necklaces. She made me try all of them- it was exhausting. And she took me to a spa, where I got my facial treatments and manicure services.
After the spa, we got back; I made dinner, we did our skincare and fell onto our beds, totally wasted. It was by 4am that the brute decided to wake me up, working her wonders on me like I was some doll.
After so many consideration, she ended up picking a black suit gown, a pair of black host and princess heels. I had no idea how she styled my hair, but it looked really good. We were done by 5:30, so I decided to take a taxi instead.
****
My hands trembled in anxiety, as I stared up at the gigantic building in front of me. I somehow felt nauseous at the mere thought of going inside. Checked my wristwatch, and it was 5:58.
'I can't be late.' I reminded myself. So I nervously started for the building, clutching my handbag as if my life was packed in it. When I got to the entrance, the guards threw me a look, and that seemed to have discouraged me.
"Your name, please?" The taller man asked.
I struggled to keep my voice steady. "Navier Romanoff." I answered, and the men without further interrogation, opened the door like he had been possessed, and ushered me in with a smile.
"Welcome, lady Romanoff." Their behavior confused me. A second ago, he and his partner had stared at me with stoic gazes, now after I gave my name, they were now looking like Easter Bunnies.
I almost gave out a relieved sigh. "Thanks." I greeted, before making my way inside, only to be welcomed by the new cozy enormous environment. Everything was so neat and smelt expensive, even the air smelt expensive. I walked up to the attendant, who immediately took in my presence.
"Good day." I greeted the young man who dashed me a smile, but it seemed awkward, like those were not the words I was meant to utter.
"Good day." He greeted back. It felt like he was the only person not holding a grudge against me, "You must be miss Romanoff." He stated, still smiling.
"Yes, I am. I was informed that I have already been made a reservation for?"
"Of course, right this way miss Romanoff." He got up from his post and led me into the elevator.
'This must be a dream.' Was all I could think of. 'The best dream ever. I never want to wake up.' Only, it felt so real. We stepped out from the elevator and headed straight to a secluded section of the building, of all the section my eyes had landed on, this one looked the most expensive.
So I couldn't help but ask, "Can I ask a question?"
The man threw me a look, but still with a smiling face, "Of course, miss. What would you like to kniw?"
"I apologize if I'm being rude, but is this place usually this deserted?"
The man looked at me in surprise, almost as if he was trying his best not to laugh at me. "Of course not. The whole building is booked for today." He explained with a smile.
'What?!' who in the world had such money to book this entire building?! They must be buried in wealth.'
I kept scanning the lavishly decorated environment, in both awe and astonishment, as he led me to a corner, which was secluded from the rest. There my eyes finally landed on a tall, striking figure who was facing our direction as we approached him, looking so breathtaking.I still can't belive that I'm standing here- infront of the Belait restaurant! How did this happen, you ask. Well, lets head back to twelve hours ago.
****
"What?!" I almost choked on the air on my breath. It wasn't long after the call, that the coordinates of our meeting place appeared on my phone screen.
The message had read, 'meet me at the Belait restaurant, by 6:30am, tomorrow. Do not be late.'
'Is he crazy?!' I wondered. 'How does he expect me to enter into the Belait restaurant, when I'm flat broke?!' Yes, you heard me right.
The Belait restaurant wasn't just any restaurant. It is the best in the whole of city A! The only people capable of dinning there were the elites. Not just any kind of elites- filthy, stinking, wealthy people in the city dine there! And I'm not one of them.
It has the best service, the best chefs, the best everything! Me going there will be an insult to the rich class. To be honest, I'm not prepared to be on anyone's bad list. They will literarily sniff me from a mile away! Uncle, help me, I'm scared.
"What is it?" Jenna walked in on another episode of my melancholy.
"I have an interview by six-thirty tomorrow, and its at the Belait restaurant!" I wailed.
"Really? Are you going to work for the mayor?" She looked at me hysterically. "Just what on earth did you tell them?"
"I didn't say anything out of the ordinary, just that I am a virtual assistant." I lied with a straight face. It wasn't an interview, and I'm sure it wasn't a date either- I don't know what he has in store for me, and it made me anxious.
"I can't turn them down. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jenna. What should I do? I have nothing to wear." I complained. I don't want to meet up with him looking like I'm in my fifties! It'll be the joke of the century, and I will die from shame.
"That's alright. You can count on me." Jenna insisted with a smile. "You're lucky I'm a designer."
"Do you know what this calls for?" She grinned, and I knew that my day was about to get hectic.
"Spa day!" She squealed like a little girl.
We literarily wandered into every classic boutique she saw. I got to see clothes I never knew were in existence. She picked random clothes, shoes and necklaces. She made me try all of them- it was exhausting. And she took me to a spa, where I got my facial treatments and manicure services.
After the spa, we got back; I made dinner, we did our skincare and fell onto our beds, totally wasted. It was by 4am when the brute decided to wake me up, working her wonders on me like I was some doll.
After so many consideration, she ended up picking a black suit gown, a pair of black host and princess heels. I had no idea how she styled my hair, but it looked really good. We were done by 5:30, so I decided to take a taxi instead.
****
My hands trembled in anxiety, as I stared up at the gigantic building in front of me. I somehow felt nauseous at the mere thought of going inside. Checked my wristwatch, and it was 5:58.
'I can't be late.' I reminded myself. So I nervously started for the building, clutching my handbag as if my life was packed in it. When I got to the entrance, the guards threw me a look, and that seemed to have discouraged me.
"Your name, please?" The taller man asked.
I struggled to keep my voice steady. "Navier Romanoff." I answered, and the men without further interrogation, opened the door like he had been possessed, and ushered me in with a smile.
"Welcome, lady Romanoff." Their behavior confused me. A second ago, he and his partner had stared at me with stoic gazes, now after I gave my name, they were now looking like Easter Bunnies.
I almost gave out a relieved sigh. "Thanks." I greeted, before making my way inside, only to be welcomed by the new cozy enormous environment. Everything was so neat and smelt expensive, even the air smelt expensive. I walked up to the attendant, who immediately took in my presence.
"Good day." I greeted the young man who dashed me a smile, but it seemed awkward, like those were not the words I was meant to utter.
"Good day." He greeted back. It felt like he was the only person not holding a grudge against me, "You must be miss Romanoff." He stated, still smiling.
"Yes, I am. I was informed that I have already been made a reservation for?"
"Of course, right this way miss Romanoff." He got up from his post and led me into the elevator.
'This must be a dream.' Was all I could think of. 'The best dream ever. I never want to wake up.' Only, it felt so real. We stepped out from the elevator and headed straight to a secluded section of the building, of all the section my eyes had landed on, this one looked the most expensive.
So I couldn't help but ask, "Can I ask a question?"
The man threw me a look, but still with a smiling face, "Of course, miss. What would you like to kniw?"
"I apologize if I'm being rude, but is this place usually this deserted?"
The man looked at me in surprise, almost as if he was trying his best not to laugh at me. "Of course not. The whole building is booked for today." He explained with a smile.
'What?!' who in the world had such money to book this entire building?! They must be buried in wealth.'
I kept scanning the lavishly decorated environment, in both awe and astonishment, as he led me to a corner, which was secluded from the rest. There my eyes finally landed on a tall, striking figure who was facing our direction as we approached him, looking so breathtaking.