Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 38

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 38

“Be sly, be witty and be mysterious,” Natasha advised, as she painted another coat of mascara on her already long eyelashes. The three of us (Natasha, Clara and I) were hanging out in Natasha’s large hotel room, getting ready for the masquerade party, which would start in a few hours. It had kind of been a long day. I had accompanied Henry to the set as usual and watched, but later I had gone off and decided to head to the beach and swim. Then I had gone back to our hotel room and taken a nap. I had woken up to Steve’s face about an hour later saying Natasha had demanded that I join her and Clara, and now here I was.

Natasha had wanted to help us get ready and Clara and I were all for it. “I think that would suit you Lainie,” Clara added thoughtfully. She also gave me a smile of encouragement, which I was thankful for.

I could really not imagine what I would look like while trying to s£duce a guy. I’d probably end up seducing him with my awkwardness. Oh lord.
“Softly touch a guy’s abs while you’re dancing,” Natasha continued. I swear she sounded like she was reciting these tips from a book. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. She then threw a wink my way. “It’s hot.”
“What if he has flabs?” Clara asked, just to see what Natasha would say.

“Then don’t bother,” Natasha answered with a giggle. “Can you imagine that? Rubbing a flabby guy’s stomach? What are you going to say?

Ooh, how many fries have you eaten to get this figure? ”

I swear that was the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. Clara and I burst out into fits of laughter while Natasha started giggling after she realised what she said had actually been funny.

After we calmed down, Clara chirped in, “I think there won’t be any flabby guys at Veronica’s party. I can’t imagine her letting them in.”
Huh. I couldn’t either. Veronica would probably kick them out because they weren’t good enough for her masquerade birthday bash. I wasn’t even invited – I was only going because Henry had been and I was supposedly his fiancée.
“Which is a good thing,” Natasha added. Then she turned to me and clapped her hands together. “Ok, Lainie, it’s your turn! We have to make you extra gorgeous for tonight if we want to see Henry as Elvis Presley!”

I bit my lip as I pushed myself up from Natasha’s king sized bed. I walked over to the vanity and let her push me down onto the cushioned stool. Clara came over too and they began musing on how they wanted me to look.
“Tropical colours or smoky black for the eye shadow?” Natasha murmured, tilting her head while staring at me. I felt like a doll.

“Lainie’s going to be kind of mysterious right? Let’s go for smoky,” Clara suggested as she grabbed the eye shadow pallet. “Silver dark gray is good.”

And it went like that. Natasha always tried to make it more dramatic, but Clara kind of felt how I wanted it. When they finished, I smiled at myself in the mirror. It was exactly how I wanted it. Even though the make up made me feel weird, it made me feel kind of pretty and I never feel pretty. My lids were carefully dusted with smoky silver, coats of mascara made my eyelashes long and my lips just had watermelon flavoured gloss on. My plain muddy brown eyes really popped out too.

“Gahh!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly. “Clara! We could totally become make up artists!”
I heard Clara laugh lightly. “You should get the dress on Lainie,” she said. “Actually … we should all get changed.”

Natasha and I agreed on that and we took turns taking up the bathroom to change into our fabulous dresses. Both the girls’ eyes widened when I came out of the bathroom in my dress. “You are going to win Lainie!” Clara exclaimed in wonder.

Blushing, I laughed lightly and shrugged the compliment off. “We’ll see.”

The three of us then put our masks on and we all smiled at each other. My mask was a small slick black one with silver beading around the edges and two raven black feathers sticking out on one side. It was those masks with the elastic band at the back so I didn’t have to hold it all night. Clara had the same one as mine, except the colour was a pearly white and light pink feathers stuck out of it. Natasha meanwhile, had to hold hers. It was a bright gold one and suited her well.
“Don’t we look so good?” Natasha said dreamily.

I laughed along with Clara and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. I needed to go and fetch Henry since we were going together, while Natasha, Clara and Aiden were coming a bit later.
“Hey guys, I’ll be going now,” I announced. We said our ‘see you laters’ and I headed out of the room and over to the elevator. Natasha’s hotel room was five floors down from ours so it didn’t take that long to reach our floor.

My heart started to beat faster as I reached the door to the hotel suite. I knew Henry was inside and after a few seconds of taking deep breaths, I knocked on the door.

Nothing.

I groaned. For the heck of it, I tried turning the doorknob and the door opened at my touch. Well that was weird. Didn’t Henry care about his safety at all? Strangers or overly obsessed fans could bust into the hotel and attack him! I stepped in and found and heard nothing – that was until the door to the ensuite opened.

I jumped and found Henry dressed in simple black slacks and a light blue button down shirt. The first two buttons were opened and his jet black hair was tousled to perfection. How on earth did he manage to make his hair like that? It looked like he didn’t use any products.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said, striding back towards the door leading out of the hotel suite. I was suddenly aware that Henry wasn’t behind me. Frowning, I turned around and found he was still standing in the same spot. His eyes were skimming over me in surprise and his mouth was hanging open. Truth be told, he kind of looked goofy, which made me want to laugh. I guessed I really surprised him.

Changing to a cocky stance, I smirked at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I added.

And with that, I turned on my heel and left a gob smacked Henry standing there.

* * *

I blinked in surprise as I took in my surroundings. The mansion Veronica had rented was gigantic and was one which was probably from the Gilded Ages. It overlooked a large hill and loads of people were hanging in the front and back yards of the house. I could hear music and see lights coming from behind the mansion and came to the conclusion that a dance floor probably had been set up there.

Henry whistled as the both of us walked through the throng of people and to the front door. It was open and we stepped through. I cringed at the crowded room. Inside were where all the food was and where the light chatter was happening.

“Where’s Veronica?” Henry asked while craning his head over the crowd.

I instantly went sour and glared at nothing. “Why are you looking for her?”
“Well … we do need to give her the present,” Henry said with a roll of his eyes.

I sighed and decided I would let Henry do that. I needed to get a move on with the bet. “You can do that. I’m going to win twenty guy’s numbers.”

Immediately, Henry’s eyes flickered to mine and for some reason they looked panicked, but then the look vanished and he gave me a smirk. “Good luck. You need it,” he sneered.