Taming My Arrogant Husband

Chapter 111: She must be lucky

I am heading downstairs when I heard the phone ring in the living room. I am waiting for Nanay Emily

or someone inside the house to answer, but no one came to pick up the phone, so I have no choice but

to go to the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, ma'am, this call is from the lobby, we just want to confirm if Mrs. Kelley is expecting a

makeup artist today?"

"Hi, this is Sophia Kelley and no, I don't expect a makeup artist or any guest except my friend Craig

Castello."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kelley, the guest said she was hired by Miss Rian, the CEO's sister."

"Wait---what? What did she say?" My eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"She said she's a friend of Miss Rian Smith and she was informed to do your makeup today."

"Huh? I thought she said---- argh! Rian! Never mind... please send her up. Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Kelley."

I can't help blowing a long breath after putting the phone receiver back in place. As if I have a choice.

"Oh, God! Arrianna Angela Smith!"

I decided to call her to ask her what happened because as I remembered, we both agreed to inform

Craig to help me and not to call a professional makeup artist to do my makeup.

But to my dismay, she doesn't answer the phone even after a few calls. Maybe she's now busy doing

her own makeup, so I tried to call Craig, but he's out of range much to my surprise and confusion.

"What the hell is going on with him? Where is he and why can't I call his phone?"

Dinggg...

The sound of the doorbell interrupted me from talking on my phone screen. I went to the door, sighing

and decided to just ask Rian when she came to pick me up later.

"Hi." I smiled, greeting the guest who looked like Rian's age.

"Good afternoon, ma'am Sophia. I'm Kristine, Miss Rian called me to do your make up." She returned

the smile with a slight bow. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

As long as I wanted to tell her that I can do my own makeup, I didn't. Thinking about her warm smile

and her effort to go here, kept my mouth shut.

"Oh, please get rid of the word 'ma'am' and just call me Belle or Sophia." I opened the door widely,

motioning her to come inside.

I looked around the living room, waiting for someone from inside to come and ask who the guest is, but

no one enters the living room.

"Ma'am, are you waiting for someone?"

My head snapped at Kristine that I hadn't noticed starring at me.

"Uhmm... No. Let's go upstairs." I said shaking my head and led her upstairs to our room.

Since I bathed after Rian sent me home earlier, she just let me sit in front of my makeup stand and

proceed to her business.

We finished exactly at 4:00 pm and since Rian arrives at 4:30, Kristine has insisted on me to wear the

dress. Somehow, I want to thank Rian for sending Kristine. I must say that she is really good at her

profession.

She put my hair in a low, messy bun with braids and some loose tendrils on half of my face. A very light

makeup on my face and a final touch of thick mascara.

"Ohh... thanks Kristine, you really did a great job."

The smile she gave me after hearing my words shows how proud she is with her achievement.

"Our senior hairstylist told me before, to bring out the best in your dress you must choose a hairstyle

that flatters its neckline, so I pulled your hair up and away from your face to appreciate the dress

intricate and of course, to show how beautiful is the woman who wears this dress." She winked at me.

"Thank you, although I feel a little bit awkward."

"But why?" She frowned.

"Well, because first of all the party isn't mine, secondly, I wasn't really personally invited by the host and

lastly, I feel like I am too dressed. I don't even know any of the guests or even the celebrants."

"Hmm... but Miss Rian would be there and I'm sure she will introduce you to them."

"Well, yeah, knowing her." I shrugged, giving her a hopeful smile.

She's helping me to wear my heels when I received a message from Rian.

**Hi, Sis, I hope you're ready. I'm on my way to pick you up. I'll just call you later when I reach the KI

building.**

"Wow! She didn't even realize how many missed calls she had... Tsk.tsk.tsk." I didn't reply to her

message.

"You're ready to go, Miss Sophia."

Yup. She changed the word 'Ma'am' to 'Miss'. Well, I have no choice but to agree, I like it better than

Ma'am or Mrs.

I nodded at her, then put the phone in my gray clutch bag before facing the mirror again to put some

accessories... a simple bracelet and a pair of earrings.

I couldn't find Nanay Emily, Tatay Berto and even the other two maids when I went downstairs. It's so

strange not to see one of them in the house. But even though I felt confused where they are, I chose

not to worry and just decided to leave a note on the dining table that said...

**Nanay Emily, Tatay Berto...

Rian invited me to her friend's party tonight. I'll be back before midnight. And if ever my 'loving

husband' has finally returned home, please tell him not to call me as I am enjoying the night. Don't

worry, I'll be safe.**

After hugging Kristine and telling her my appreciation for her work, we parted in the lobby. She walked

to her car while I go directly to the private parking lot where Rian is waiting.

"Whoa! Oh.my.God! You are so beautiful, Belle! Stunningly beautiful!" Rian loudly exclaimed as soon

as Ben opened the passenger side of her car.

"Thank you and of course to Kristine," I said giving her a hug.

"Uhuh... I was right to call her instead of Craig."

"What did you say?" I asked her as I didn't understand her last three words.

"Ohh... I said I was right of calling her to do your makeup as I couldn't contact Craig earlier."

"You too?" I frowned. "I also tried to call him but he's of range."

"Exactly my dilemma, so I immediately called Kristine to go to your place."

"Excuse me, Ma'am Rian, shall we go now?" We both looked at the front seat when we heard her

driver's question.

"Yes, Mike," Rian answered.

"Where to, Ma'am?"

"To Bel-Air."

My head instantly snapped in her direction. I'm not sure if I heard it correctly.

"Where are we going?" I asked in surprise.

"To Bel-Air." She shrugged as if mentioning 'Bel-Air' was just saying that she's only going to a church or

to a market.

(Well, as what I heard, it's one of the most famous and richest neighbourhoods in Los Angeles.)

She chuckled after noticing my reaction.

"Don't worry, Sis, it's a safe place."

"No, that's not what I mean---"

"I know, just kidding. Actually, that was also my reaction when I heard about the venue... I mean... wow,

Bel-Air! This only shows how much this guy loves his woman! He's willing to spend his millions of

dollars just to give his fiancee her dream house and everything she needed."

"Wow! The girl must be lucky." I mumbled unconsciously... with slight envy... not because the guy could

give his millions of dollars to his girl, but because of his incredible effort just to show his girlfriend how

much he loves her and how important she is to him.

"Well, she's indeed lucky!" She smiled, nodding.

Because of our conversation, the question swirling in my head that I wanted to ask her this afternoon,

had already slipped through my mind. We both remained quiet on the whole ride. But the word 'effort'

and the guy's idea of surprising his girlfriend never leave my mind.

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