I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt.
“Okay,” I nodded at her. “I’ll stop worrying about this. I’m pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good.”
She grinned at me and went back to her food.
“By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn’t tell me anything when I asked,” Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.
My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. “I was pushed into the pool,” I gritted out.
“Who pushed you?” Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from her face.
“Ethan Evans!” I said through gritted teeth, his name leaving a bad aftertaste in my mouth. “I hate that guy.”
Olivia raised her eyebrows. ” “he pushed into the pool? What, he wanted to have a swim with you?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
I just glared at her. “I don’t know if you noticed it or not, but Ethan made it crystal clear that he hates me, well more specifically he hates Juliet, and that means he thinks I’m Juliet and so he hates me. And I don’t know why you would think he wanted to have a swim with me.”
“What exactly made him do that?”
“He did that for revenge. He fell in the pool because of me, on the day I woke up here. But that was so immature of him. He is twenty three years old but he certainly doesn’t act like one. Any other man would have said it was okay if I had apologized, which I would have. But he is such a jerk that I don’t feel it’s worth apologizing to him. Do you know how cold that water was? It was freezing cold.”
“Oh,” was all Olivia said. “So what’re you going to do?”
“He acts like a kid, that doesn’t mean I’ll be the same to him. I’m more mature than that. And anyways, I don’t want to aggravate him into doing worse than this. I would just let this go,” I said as I wolfed down the delicious pancakes. I didn’t know rich people ate this kind of food. Sure it was delicious than the regular pancakes as they were made by some incredibly talented cooks. I thought they ate rich people food, like what caviar? Or they survived on fat free food like salad and water to keep their weight in check. Oh, I never knew how these billionaires lived.
Thankfully Mrs. Jenson didn’t make an appearance till I was done with breakfast and shower and had dressed in a comfortable pair of dark blue jeans and a baby pink crop top which Samara was so kind as to deliver it to me.
“Are you ready, girls?” Mrs. Jenson’s chirpy voice brought my attention to her.
“Yeah, Mrs. Jenson,” Olivia answered enthusiastically.
“Good. I thought Juliet was going to take the whole day.”
“I’m not that unpunctual,” I whined.
“Actually you are. Very unpunctual. I remember one time when we had to go to a school event where you were required to attend and you didn’t want to go, you took about four hours to get ready and the school had to postpone the event by five hours.”
“Um… I-I was…” I trailed off.
“Oh, now that Juliet’s here, we must not waste time and continue with our plans for the day,” Olivia said.
“Oh yeah, I have called a masseuse, and basically everyone who are expert in a great makeover. So, we’re going to start with your hair. They’re going to wash it, condition it, probably colour it if you want. Then you’ll be waxed and shaved after which you’ll get a manicure and pedicure. Then they’ll move on to your face. Face mask, scrub and all that thing you used to do. Also your eyes are puffy and that doesn’t look pretty so you’re going to just relax after that with cucumber slices on your eyes. Then you’ll go through a full body massage which will relieve you of stress you must have went through for the past few days. And this ends with a warm shower for as long as you want. And of course, Olivia will go through the same thing,” Mrs. Jenson finished, looking over a piece of paper at us.
“Wow,” Olivia breathed out as she stared at the woman.
“Um… it sounds like I’m being pampered for entering America’s Next Top Model,” I joked.
“You would have been one great model,” Mrs. Jenson said. “Too bad you hate models and modelling.”
“So when are we going to start?” I asked. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think about this. I was being treated like such an princess and the home spa thing I was going to go through in a few minutes was just overwhelming, it sounded more like a beauty regime a model would go through everyday.
Although I don’t normally like this beauty stuff, this time I was just a bit excited to know what I was going to go through today.
“I have hired a few people working at Netflix and Chill spa. They’ll be here any minute now,” Mrs. Jenson continued.
“What? Netflix and Chill? I know that spa. It’s the biggest and the most popular spa!” Olivia said.
“Netflix and Chill? The name just screams sex,” I deadpanned.
Mrs. Jenson gasped. “Juliet! I know. Just take the name of the spa literally. It’s literally just Netflix and chill. Not any kind of dirty business.”
“That’s weird. No wonder it’s so popular. Maybe, many of it’s customers just came to the wrong place because they didn’t take the name literally,” I said.
“Or maybe the spa owners didn’t know what Netflix and chill actually means,” Olivia added, laughing. “Or they did and they just know what to do to lure in the customers.”
“Maybe,” I agreed as a chuckle left my lips.
Mrs. Jenson laughed and shook her head at us. “Come on, we should go to our private saloon.”
“Where is it?” Olivia questioned.
“Out near the pool, beside the clubhouse and our theatre,” She replied and Olivia mouthed ‘Damn? they? are? loaded’? to me when Mrs. Jenson wasn’t looking.
***
“Your hair is so damaged!” Rosie exclaimed as she caught my eye in the mirror with a horrified expression on her face as she held a lock of my hair in her hands. “You’ve got so many split ends and your hair is so rough and unkept.”
Rosie, the hair expert at one of the saloons who had been called for my makeover, released my hair and I scowled at her. It wasn’t that bad and she was totally overreacting.
“We must cut it short and probably color it, if you want. We’ll wash it first and then shampoo and condition it. I’ll make them soft and beautiful, don’t you worry,” She said, a wide grin stretched across her face.
Olivia was sat right across the room. A few more workers from some saloon worked on her hair as they added blonde highlights to her brown hair.
An hour later, my hair was done in a layered cut. I refused to color my hair so they just simply washed and blow dried my hair. Olivia was looking different, in a good way and she liked her new look too.
The whole day was spent in our makeover. Despite telling them that I had shaved, I was forced to get waxed. Heck, I was even bikini waxed which was extremely awkward for me because I had never been completely naked in front of anyone. I was so self conscious of my body but they told me to relax which I didn’t really follow because I just couldn’t. I was so relieved when it was over as I had embarrassed myself when they did the waxing, by screaming on top of my lungs as I felt my hair get pulled from the root.
The manicure and pedicure followed and I couldn’t help but stare at my long and beautifully painted nails. Then they worked on my face. I let them do whatever they wanted to. They applied a variety of creams and masks on my face, let it dry off for about twenty minutes and then washed it off. They trimmed my eyebrows and applied some sort of moisturizer on my arms and legs. I was tired after that as we had spent almost three hours doing just that. So I was very happy when we were left alone in a room with cucumber slices on my eyes. I actually fell asleep and only woke up when someone pulled the cool cucumber off my eyes. I realized I had dozed off for a good forty five minutes.
This was followed by a full body massage by a masseuse and damn, did it feel good. And after that I was sitting in a tub, the water’s temperature slightly more than was considered warm. But it felt so good. I sat in the warm tub for about half an hour, halfway falling asleep to the calm soothing music playing in the background.
The day finally ended with a delicious dinner.
I didn’t know that a makeover would be so tiring but at the end of the day, I was exhausted and could feel sleep taking over me. So I quickly bid a goodnight to everyone and snuggled into the warm and thick duvet, on the bouncy bed and let my eyes drop on their own accord.