Maid For You 4

Chapter 34

"Mademoiselle Carmichael. It is time."

I was sitting gracefully, reading a book, when Chloé Dubois walked in followed by her familiar crew of women that were sure to make me more than presentable. I looked up at Chloé and smiled at her. "I want you to make me a pretty as you can," I told her.

To my surprise, to my shock, I saw a small smile tug at the corners of her lips. "Mademoiselle, that is what they pay me to do."

And so it began—the same sort of process that I'd incurred during the Autumn Festival, with washing and scrubbing and drying. One of the girls applied makeup on my face with expert care, and another twisted and pulled my hair back into something I was sure would look quite nice. When they were done with me, I had on simple, but elegant makeup, and my skin looked a bit more pale than it had before. My hair was pulled back into a classy updo, with my hair braided and twisted back into a bun that rested at the nape of my neck. Inserted just above the low bun was a large hairpin made of diamonds that rather looked like a snowflake, along with other small coordinating pins.

"This looks great," I said, admiring my hair and makeup in the mirrors that they were holding up from me.

"Now for your dress," Chloé said, holding up a large dress bag. I sat on my chair in my little robe as an assistant came and unzipped the dress bag, revealing a gorgeous, royal blue gown. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the dress that Chloé held, my eyes wide. I fingered the lace sleeves as I took in the dress. The long sleeves and the bodice were made of exquisite lace, with the perfect amount of sparkle distributed within the lace detailing, which patterns included snowflakes in a way that didn't look tacky. The lace continued onto the skirt of the dress, though it was more sparsely spread out, and the skirt itself looked to me made of tulle or chiffon, and it fanned out. The skirt wasn't as big as my dress at the Autumn Festival had been, but it still flared out quite a bit.

"Chloé." My eyes were wide. "It's beautiful."

"Of course it is," she said, but I could tell she was secretly pleased by my reaction. It was a beautiful gown, and so detailed and intricate. I could hardly believe that such a dress could be mine, or at least, mine for the evening. They gave me crystal earrings with a colorful shimmer, and dressed me up in the gown; I twisted and turned so that I could see the skirt swish in the mirror.

"Normally, I use a blue pastel color for Prince Nikolas's Winter Ball date," Chloé explained. "But pastels are not the best colors for you, so I went with a royal blue."

"It is incredible," I said, holding up both ends of the skirt to reveal my bare toes on the carpet.

"Your outfit is not yet complete." Chloé glanced down at my feet. "But I'll let Mademoiselle Koslov do the honors."

That's right, I remembered. Khristin Koslov had said she'd be designing my shoes.

Chloé and her team left me, and Melaniya looked at me with a smile. "You look very beautiful, Miss Carmichael."

"Thank you!" I beamed. "I love this dress! It's so pretty!"

After only a couple of minutes, a knock sounded at the door, and Melaniya opened it up for Khristin Koslov herself holding a nice-looking shoe box. She wore a long, powder blue dress paired with a sparkling necklace and earrings.

"Khristin," I said, walking up to her. "Thank you so much for coming! You look great!"

"As do you," she said, taking me in. "Chloé has outdone herself."

Khristin had me sit down on the couch, and placed the shoebox on the coffee table before me, slowly opening the lid to reveal the shoes. Honestly, I hadn't thought much about what the shoes would look like, but I certainly hadn't expected what lay before me.