Chapter 61 : Mr. Stranger


    3 monthster.


    One sunny day in N City, the big street was jam packed with people who were busy catching for work.


    On a busy street, Arabe was rushing not to bete for her appointment when her phone rang.


    “Hello?” She answered in a hurry.


    “Where are you? The wedding was about to start, but the bride was still not fully made. You are


    sickening me! Hurry up!” The manager of the cosmeticpany where she was employed in, roared at


    her angrily.


    “I am very sorry, sir. I am on my way. The traffic was just too bad.” She exined. Of course, she didn’t


    want to bete. It’s just that she needed to visit her dad first in the hospital and send her mom’s meal.


    She was always juggling her role as a daughter and her work every day.


    “I don’t care! Just get your ass here immediately or you are fired!” Her manager wasn’t good to anyone.


    They said, he had grown old with thepany but didn’t get the chance to be promoted that’s why he


    was irate to everyone.


    “Right away, sir.” In spite of his roaring, Arabe replied in a respectful tone.


    For three months only, she already made herself a well-known make-up artist in N city through her


    catered prestige make-up services to all big events in the city using their very own line. Every day, she


    always had appointments with old and new clients that made her so busy. Seeing her masterpiece on


    one’s face gave her much satisfaction and happiness.


    Arabe had only 2 hours left to the wedding. This wedding was a new client. She had heard, it was the


    biggest wedding in N City for this year. The bride had requested to have her make-up done with the


    After she had arrived in the venue, she quickly ran to the bride’s room bringing her make-up suitcase.


    “I’m really sorry, I’m a bitte.” She uttered while setting up her workce in a hurry.


    “Arabe?” The bride turned her head at the busy Arabe when she saw her reflection in the mirror.


    Hearing her name being called, Arabe stopped what she was doing. She then realized that she


    hadn’t seen the bride’s face from the moment she entered the room. She turned her head and saw a


    very familiar face. She was shocked for quite a while when her eyes caught the unknown bride. It was


    Brittany Taylor.


    The first andst meeting with her was unpleasant. Brittany was one of Bill’s muses that night in the


    President’s birthday ball and Brittany vulgarly confronted her in the restroom about her wild night with


    Bill. ‘Wait! Is her groom, Bill?’ Arabe froze. She didn’t know why she had felt disappointed of her


    thoughts.


    The air in the roomed seemed not enough for them two, but since she was her client, Arabe tried to


    smile at her civilly.


    “Hi.” The word came out of Arabe’s mouth, trying to suppress the feeling of awkwardness seeing


    Brittany again.


    “It was nice to see you again. I didn’t know you’re gonna be my make-up artist for my wedding.”


    Brittany was a little demure, this time way too far from the Brittany she had met before.


    “Me too, I’m totally surprised that you… Ahhmmm… Well best wishes! I am happy for you.” Not to be


    surprisedter, Arabe had already assumed that Brittany’s groom was none other than Bill and that


    made her jumbled her words.


    “Thank you.” Brittany replied and smiled at her yfully. It seemed she knew what Arabe was


    thinking, but she chose to give her a thrill.


    The make-up session finished well and ended on time.


    “Thank you. You are very good. I am not wrong for choosing yourpany.” Arabe did a very good


    job that Brittany couldn’t help herself to praise her skills. Brittany looked very gorgeous on her make-up


    thatplemented well on her white wedding gown.


    “Ms. Taylor, It’s time.” A gay wedding nner gracefully strode inside the room, then he ushered


    Brittany on her way to the venue.


    As the make-up artist of the bride, Arabe had to stay for some minor retouches until the wedding was


    over.


    “Wow! One lucky girl. Ms. Brittany Taylor will be married to a billionaire. She had everything now!” One


    of the cleaners in the room said.


    “Yeah! You are right! I hope I could also find my prince charming as handsome as Ms. Brittany’s


    groom.” Another cleaner replied as she giggled.


    Hearing the two cleaners chatting, Arabe was feeling uneasy while keeping the cosmetics backed to


    her case. A billionaire and a prince charming, those were perfect descriptions for Bill Sky. Fighting with


    her mind, Arabe had her hope that it was not Bill since he was still married to her, but thinking how


    rich and powerful he was, then he could probably find a way to make Brittany her wife without divorcing


    her. She then breathed a sigh of frustration.


    The fear of seeing Bill with Brittany on stage made Arabe just wanted to stay in the room. She was


    still not prepared for her reaction and feeling would be but her instinct urged her to stand up and see


    herself the truth. The truth would hurt, but life must go on. She just had to move on.


    So, to confirmed everything, she had sneaked inside the venue. The venue resembled a fantasy


    concept with full ofvender and white flowers gardened around. The huge venue looked sovishly


    magnifique that undoubtedly only billionaires could afford. In the corner, Arabe was nervous to see


    the groom. She could feel her heart was racing fast and she was sweating even though the venue was


    surrounded with big air conditioners purposely turned on to their highest temperature giving


    Meanwhile, Brittany who was very dazzling on her white gown walked gracefully with her mom on the


    center aisle. The happiness on her face was greatly shown through her wide sweet smile. The guests


    were all astonished by her presence. Given her title as the most famous superstar, most of her guests


    were big shots from the entertainmentpanies. Nevertheless, the vibe from the crowd still kept the


    solemnity of the event.


    On the other hand, Arabe’s eyes were being thrilled with the famous faces showed in the wedding as


    guests until her eyes caught on her main target. All of a sudden, she was thunderstruck seeing the


    person who she was very thrilled to see. Wearing his most effortless handsome look and a strong,


    powerful aura, Bill was standing in front and waiting for the bride’s hand. That scene made her heart


    being clenched hard and her body instantly trembled as she unconsciously took her step back little by


    little.


    After that night in the rain, Arabe hadn’t seen him anymore. His style of bugging her and pestering


    her almost every day was gone with the air. Every time sheid on her bed, there was no night she


    didn’t remember Bill and that made her thinking how he was? What was he doing right now? Is there


    even just a second that I came across his mind? Did he miss me? Those were just a few questions in


    her mind.


    Just to distract herself, Arabe stayed with her parents abroad. Her dad was still in aa, but he


    could already respond by moving his finger. Seeing her father’s new good improvement, her mother


    always asked her toe back to Capital Z so she could keep an eye of their house and their other


    small properties but she was not ready yet. Though she tried her very best not to think of him anymore,


    Capital Z still reminded her with Bill and their good and bad memories together. What good memories


    they had aside from sex? They didn’t have anything but why she couldn’t forget him? Why her heart


    was unstoppable thumping every time he came across her mind?


    Now that she saw him again, holding his own, another wedding, finally she was determined to let go of


    his memories that were imnted already in her heart.


    “Ms. Jones, you were called by the bride to retouch her makeup.” The gay coordinator stepped foot in


    front of her in the corner like he’s been looking for her for a long time.


    “Right away.” Subconsciously, Arabe answered.


    Following the coordinator, they walked back to the room of the bride.


    There, Brittany was sitting on the chair in front the vanity mirror when Arabe came in and hurriedly


    arranged the cosmetics that she was going to use for retouching Brittany’s make-up. Feeling a little bit


    restless, Arabe wanted to finish everything with Brittany so she could pack-up and go home. The


    unexpected event with familiar people made her drained all her energy.


    “Oh, Arabe you’re here.” Brittany excitedly said.


    “Congrattions again.” Arabe tried her best to give her most cheerful voice to Brittany even if she


    was dying in sadness inside.


    “Thank you.” Brittany smiled sweetly.


    Aiming to fast-track everything, Arabe started on fixing Brittany’s make-up without noticing the man


    sitting on the couch. The moment she lifted the brush for Brittany’s face contour, for no reason, her


    eyes met another pair of cold eyes. At that moment, the time seemed to stop. The vibe inside the


    spacious room suddenly became tiny and suffocating. Bill’s eyes were like sucking out Arabe’s soul


    from her while Arabe had thousands of emotions that she couldn’t mention one by one. Ineradicable


    staring to each other was the game and no one wanted to break the chain.


    “Ahem! Arabe?” Brittany pretended to cough to distract the palpable scene. She was actually waiting


    the brush to touch on her face, but Arabe’s hand stopped midway in the air.


    “Oh! Sorry.” Arabe shyly said. “And …Hello Mr. Sky.” Then she added with a nod to acknowledge his


    presence. It would be inappropriate for her not to greet him in front of his bride, Brittany. After all, she


    didn’t want them to think that she was holding grudges against them. In addition, her Mrs. Sky title was


    bound only with a contract so there should be no issue about grudges or anything.


    Regretful that she greeted him, Bill didn’t even reply like he wasn’t hearing anything. He read the


    newspaper in her hand without giving care of the people around him. His reaction was sending her that


    they haven’t known each other and it pained her.


    Determined to focus on her work, but the presence of Bill made her ufortable. Her face started to


    turn pale and she felt dizzy.


    “Bill, you wanna go out first? I’ll see you at the venue.” Observing Arabe, she could tell she was not


    fine of Bill’s presence in the room.


    “That’s what I’m thinking.” Bill replied, then he quickly stood up and elegantly exited the room without


    giving Arabe a nce anymore. It seemed Arabe was not existing in the room.


    Bill’s exit made Arabe felt quite at a loss. She felt relieved, but at the same time, her heart didn’t want


    him to leave. She then hated herself shamelessly feeling that way to a groom of someone’s bride and


    that bride was in front of her, Brittany.


    Everything went out well and tired Arabe went to the hospital first before heading back home.


    “Have you seen your husband? I heard from your Aunt Kelly he is here.” Jaime said to Arabe seeing


    hering from the door.


    “No. I came from work mom.” Arabe’s voice was exhausted. She lied not to get pressured by her


    mom’s nagging because her mom didn’t know the real score between her and Bill. They had a bad


    argument and ended up giving space to each other, that was her alibi to her mother not to put Bill in a


    bad situation with his parents. She could not also say that she saw Bill in his new wedding. The fact


    that Aunt Kelly reported to her mother, that gave her a realization that Bill got married to Brittany


    without his parents’ permission.


    “Huh.” Unconsciously, Arabe let go of a heavy sigh.


    Jaime then looked at her daughter with a puzzled look.


    “What happened?” She asked Arabe.


    “I’m just tired of work mom. Nothing to worry. I might sleep here. I’m too tired to go home.” Arabe


    thenid down on the leather sofa. It seemed all her strength were all sucked by Bill’s unexpected


    encounter earlier. The way he stared at her was totally different from before. She was like a stranger to


    him and that was the main caused by her heavy exhaustion.


    Her stress was slowly invading her body that she felt the need to vomit. Then she quickly got up and


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    ran to the bathroom.


    “When are you going back to capital Z?” Jaime reminded her daughter again.


    “In time mom. In time.” That was the only answer that came out of her mouth before she directly


    copsed to sleep on the sofa with a heavy heart.