Chapter 6 Elite Companions.

CHAPTER SIX

Elite Companions.

SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW

It was hard for me to stay asleep. I woke up multiple times to confirm we were safe.

Finally, I wake up and do not go back to sleep. I clean up the room, take my bath, and when Eve finally wakes up, I have breakfast ready, toasts. She is not a morning person, so she is very grumpy, and I try not to see it as an attack. My guilt is still insurmountable because I pulled her away from her life and forced her into this with me.

We eat breakfast in silence.

“I saw a salon on our way here, but we can go to the Agency first.” She breaks the silence.

I inhale sharply and nod. I don’t know what I’m doing. I am all over the place. I am drowning in a large body of water, and she is my anchor.

“Are you okay, Scar? You’re quiet.”

I look at her and see the worry in her gaze, which only makes me feel more guilty. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her love.

“I ripped you from your life, Eve. I told you to leave your job, which you liked. You threw away your sim for me. Now, we are in an expensive hotel. I am very sorry, Eve. You did all that for me without question. You did it for me.” My voice cracks, and my cheeks flush.

“Oh,” Her mouth falls open.

My eyes sting, and this time, there is no holding the tears back. “I’m sorry, baby. Ask me any question, and I’ll try to answer it.” I urge and wipe away my tears.

She chews on her bottom lip, then whispers, “I just want to know if you did something. Is that why people are after you?”

Her question catches me off guard.

“I didn’t do anything. They … they took something very important from me.” I respond calmly, which is the opposite of what I am. I avoid her gaze as my chest aches heavily. Beneath my hurt is an overwhelming anger that seeks to consume me. My blood simmers, but I push it all back.

“I’m sorry, Scar. You don’t have to tell me anything again. Why don’t we get dressed and visit the Agency?” She says softly, with a tender smile.

I nod, and we get dressed. However, as we get dressed, I realise that I have no appropriate outfit, and if I want them to see my potential, I need to present myself better.

“Let’s stop by the salon, and then a boutique. I should be able todo  something with a grand.” I glance at Eve.

“Alright. Come on.”

Together, we leave the hotel and take a walk down the streets. I can’t help but steal glances at the tall buildings and luxurious cars. I am hit by an intense need to make my way in this life. I am going to make money. I am going to find a way around the chaos. I am going to make my parents proud. I will, no matter the cost. I find a way or forge my own way.

The salon is beautiful and small. I am cautious as we walk in, but I exhale in relief to find it empty, safe for the stylist.

“Hello, lovies. I’m Kennedy. What would you like to do?” She smiles at us.

“I’m Eve, and this is my sister, Scar. She wants to get her hair done.” Eve answers easily with a flourish. Her charm is enviable.

“Alright. Have your seats.” Kennedy urges, smiling warmly.

We sit, and I try not to fidget. I let Eve carry on the conversation for as long as she can, then Kennedy asks what I want, so I explain, “I want to look unrecognisable. I want to look different, not too sensual, but not recognisable. I want to embody class and elegance, but with a side of dirty. I don’t want blonde. I’m thinking ginger, or auburn, short and wavy.”

“You know what you want.” Kennedy smiles at me warmly.

“Yes, she does. What do you think?” Eve asks.

“I think it is perfect, but you have long and healthy hair, Scarlett. Are you sure you want to cut it short? I can transform your look even with long hair.” She frowns at me.

I think about it for a moment, then say, “Why don’t you just do your thing?”

“Splendid.” She beams and gets to work.

For the next two hours, she works on my hair, bleaching, washing, dyeing, and so much more. We keep the length, but she transforms me from a wide-eyed paranoid girl to a gorgeous princess. All I need is the confidence to carry my beauty.

“You can keep it like this, or put it in a stylish bun,” She demonstrates.

“Thank you, Kennedy.” I rasp in awe.

I look different. I don’t look like Rosalina Diaz anymore, and in a way, it makes me sad. My beautiful dark hair is gone. It was all I had left of my parents, and now, it’s gone. My chest caves in painfully, and my lungs constrict. My eyes sting, but I blink the tears away. I hope I like who I am at the end of all these. I hope I don’t lose too much.

Eve notices and takes over, distracting Kennedy, while I pull myself together.

I pay her, and we leave.

We make our way to a boutique that smells of roses and dandelions.

“You need a simple dress, but not too simple. You want to stand out beautifully.” Eve murmurs as we walk down the aisle, perusing the dresses.

We go through different dresses before finally agreeing on a simple, but stunning gold dress with thin straps. It doesn’t break my bank, but it’s not cheap either. I pay for my dress, but Eve pays for my kitten heels.

Instead of going back to the hotel, we might as well get it over with now, so we call a cab and make our way to the Agency. I am a nervous wreck on the way, but Eve distracts me. We do some light research on the Agency, but I know she has done in-depth research.

We get out of the cab and stare at the tall building.

The Agency is called Elite Companions.

We walk in, holding hands. The receptionist, a beautiful lady, directs us, so we take the elevator.

“Looks good so far.” Eve smiles, and I nod.

The elevator dings, and we step out of it.

My eyes widen as I stare at the absolute perfection right in front of me. It is like a scene from The Devil Wears Prada. Gorgeous women are behind desks and in front of computers. It smells wonderful and has a stunning view of the skyline.

“Oh,” Eve gasps.

A woman in a two-piece walks to us, smiling widely.

“Hi, I’m Marceline Larue, the founder of Elite Companions. Are you ready to change your life?”