Written in Ink

Forty-eight | Reagan

 We spent the entire day together; it was wonderful. I totally forgot about the Gala unil Alonzo said that we had to get going back to the hotel. When we arrived back, Greta was waiting for me outside our room with an unamused look on her face.

"Hey, Greta." I greet.

"Reagan." She returns and follows Alonzo and I into the room. "Why don't you go and shower." She suggests.

I nod my head. "Okay."

When I get there, she hallors back to me. "Don't take all day."

I chuckle. "Okay."

I hop into the shower scrubbing my skin until it's soft and shaving my legs and underarms until my body is baby smooth. As soon as I turn the water off, people rush into the bathroom and I am bombarded by a group of women including Greta. Anita must be working with Remy.

They open the shower door for me, throwing a towel at me. I wrap it around my body and step out. They bring in two large trunks on wheels and bring it into the bathroom, placing them on either side of the vanity. I am seated in front of the vanity and the women take over from there.

"Hey, Reagan." Alonzo pops his head in the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I'm strained from moving because there is a woman with a firm hand on my jaw as she plucks my eyebrows.

"You can either come with me in about forty-five minutes, or you can come just before the Gala starts." He tells me.

I think for a second, I don't really care. "It's whatever is easier."

"Well either is easier, it's just what you want. I'll have Marco drive you and Greta there. Or you can just come with me." He explains.

"What would I do if I went with you?" I ask.

"Greet people as they walk in." He answers.

That doesn't sound like something I want to do. But then again, isn't that like my job with this marriage. I mean, he is giving me the option. "I guess I can just come with you."

"Okay, is that possible, Greta?" Alonzo asks.

There is a pause. "Give me an hour." Greta answers.

"Alright." Alonzo chuckles and walks out.

As soon as the door closes, the women around me begin to talk in Italian and don't stop until Greta hushes them. Were they talking about me? Or gossiping about Alonzo?

Doesn't matter, let's be positive and confident.

The ladies work on me, painting my nails, doing my makeup, hair, really the entire shabang. In the end, I look in the mirror and see that I look very glamorous. My eyes are dark tan with a golden shimmer on the lid. My lips are a deep red and somehow look bigger. My hair is all down and blown out and in large curls. I feel really good with how I look.

Greta walks in with a large gown cover and she looks to be struggling with holding it on her own. She hangs it up on the top of the door and opens it up revealing a rose gold gown that is so glittering that it reflects the setting sun and lights up the room with glitter on the walls. I notice it's a one shoulder long sleeve. My jaw is on the floor.

Greta hands me under garments which are white and she gives me a part way body stocking. "It's just so you don't feel naked underneath." She tells me. "Plus, it's thermal so you won't be cold."

"Thank you." I nod my head.

They leave so I can put on the underwear. The stocking is in fact warm, it has one shoulder of a strap and I slip it on and it goes close to my knees. I tell them I'm covered and they come in and help me into matching rose gold heels. Then comes the dress.