His Drama Queen

Nicole Vargas

“Shut up!” I yelled out as Ethan and I got into another heated argument. Tonight we were invited to a party hosted by Rose and I didn’t have anything to wear. Of course, I was throwing a fit. I can’t wear last season clothes to the party, what will people think about me? I’m about to be the next fashion designer.

Ethan thought it was not necessary for me to go out and spent some crazy amount of money on a piece of fabric. I also wanted to get my hair done and buy new shoes. I am going crazy, I have not to go out shopping in so long. This is so not me.

“I just want to look pretty!” I screamed as I closed the door in front of his face, tears running down my face. “You just don’t understand!”

“No, I do not! You have so many dresses, makeup, and shoes. Why do you need to add more to that collection? And you’re beautiful in whatever you wear.”

I sniffed, pulling the covers of the bed over me. I didn’t want to hear anything that comes out of his mouth right now. My mind was foggy and I was angry and tired. Angry, because I didn’t get what I want and tired, because I was so done with this life. I hate it so much. I felt like a prisoner. Ethan didn’t want to assign a driver for me and he didn’t want to give me the keys to the garage.

When I didn’t answer, I heard a long tired sigh outside my door. “Open the door. You’re angry, talk to me Nicole.” His voice was less harsh than before, but I couldn’t care less now. He shouldn’t have yelled at me. When I didn’t respond to him, I heard footsteps and then they were gone. Guess he gave up trying to make everything right.

He always does that after every argument we have. He always tries to make things right. The hell I know why.

If I were him I would have shipped me back to Brazil a long time ago. There are times I wish I wasn’t like this. I wish I was just like Ethan. I didn’t have to worry about what people think or what brand of clothes I wear. But I am not like that, at all. Even if I try I will feel so uncomfortable and anxious.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

My eyes suddenly felt heavy and tiredness consumed my body. In no time, my eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

A knock…. A soft knock… Far… Far… away.

Another knock. And another….

My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with darkness. The balcony door of my room was open and a cold breeze made me shiver. I yawned and kicked the covers off me, to grab my phone to see what time it was.

7:00 PM

Did I sleep that long? It was already in the evening. Again I heard the knock against my door. “Miss Vargas, are you there?” I heard Lila ask. “I’m here to give you something.”

I stood up from my bed and opened the door. Lila was standing there with a big box in her hand and various designer bags on the floor. I looked questionably at her.

“Mr. Gray told me to bring this upstairs.” She said as she walked into my room. “He said you should be ready in an hour.”

Now my eyebrows rose in confusion. “Excuse me?” Am I still dreaming?

“I thought I was very clear. Mr. Gray told me you should be ready in an hour for Rose’s party.” Lila repeated, placing the big box and designer bags on my bed. “Why do you look so surprised?”

Why? A couple of hours ago we were fighting and suddenly this. I’m so confused. First, he didn’t want me to go out and buy myself clothes, but now I got clothes delivered. I’m so lost.

“Magnificent! Beautiful! Exquisite!” A high pitched voice startled me. A man with long blonde curly hair stood at the entrance of my bedroom, looking in complete awe at my room. His eyes found mine and it immediately lit up. “Oeh! Are you my client? Gorgeous baby, gorgeous.” He clapped excitedly in his hands and walked over to me. “Marlon, hairdresser and makeup artist.”

“Nicole,” I answered curtly, I was still in a state of shock. “What are you doing here?”

“You, of course.” He answered laughing. “Honey, you’re going to a party, not a funeral. Smile a little.”

I tried to manage a smile. “W–I mean who send you here?”

“Ethan, my good friend, of course.” And then he muttered underneath his breath. “I don’t know why he always gets the gorgeous girls. Lucky bastard.”

“So…” Marlon looked at me. “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up… Chop.. Chop! There’s a lot of work to do.” He pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door. “Hurry up, darling! Time is not waiting for you!” He yelled out from the outside.

I brushed my teeth, washed my hair, and took a quick shower. After I was done, I wore my silky bathrobe and walked back into my bedroom. Marlon was at my Vanity table looking at the makeup on there.

He must have felt my presence because he turned around and said: “Amazing brands of makeup you have there. Cruelty-free. I feel a friendship here.”

I laughed and walked to my bed. I opened the big black and red box with the bow tie and I had to suppress a squeal. Inside the box there was a beautiful dress with a moon necklace. A note was attached to the necklace.

Sorry for earlier. E

The corners of my lips lifted up into a smile. This was so sweet. Even Marlon was amazed by how simple, elegant and yet beautiful the dress was. “That’s a very beautiful dress, darling. But now, let’s get you transformed honey.”

He pushed me in front of the Vanity table and did my hair and makeup. I could tell that he was a very skilled hairdresser and makeup artist. He worked fast and neat.

When he sprayed the setting spray in my face, he turned me around and a small gasp left my mouth. I looked at my face in the mirror from every angle possible. “Oh god, Marlon you are one hell of a good makeup artist. And I don’t even want to talk about the hair. It’s so pretty.”

Marlon grinned from behind me. “I know darling, I know. I’m very good at what I’m doing. Anyways, you should dress up now. Mr. Gray expects you in five minutes downstairs.”

Marlon handed me the dress, necklace, and shoes. I went into my walk-in closet to get dressed up in front of the huge golden mirror. When I looked at my reflection, I couldn’t help but sigh dreamily.

The dress fitted me perfectly. It was a very simple black dress with a unique shoulder line. The dress was also not too tight and not too big. I wondered how Ethan knew my size.

I walked out of the walk-in closet and Marlon was waiting for me at the entrance of my door. He whistled at me as I made my way towards him. “Damn, Mamacita if I didn’t have girlfriends I would have definitely hit on you.”

I chuckled and he placed his hand behind my back. “Let’s go surprise that boyfriend of yours.”

I bit my lip. I wanted to correct him that Ethan was not my boyfriend, but I remembered that I had to be his pretend girlfriend. I know it’s only for Rose, but the less people know the truth, the better.

Ethan was standing in the foyer, looking like a male model. He was such a good looking, tall, sharp-featured and well-built specimen. Can someone even get any hotter than that?

I totally forgot that I was mad at him earlier. At this moment, he was taking my breath away.

Ethan’s eyes found mine and a small smirk appeared on his face. His eyes studied me from head to toe and I could see a sparkle in his eyes. “Is the princess happy now?” He asked teasingly as he took my hands in his and kissed me on my forehead.

That totally caught me off guard. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I was so not ready for this. He should have probably felt how tense my body was because he started to rub me softly behind my back. “Remember Nicole,” He whispered softly in my ear. “You’re my girlfriend.”

I took a deep breath. Don’t take everything too serious I told myself. This is just an act for Rose. Next to me Marlon squealed excitedly. “You two are so cute, right Lila?!” Lila who walked out of the kitchen looked at the both of us and smiled. “They are, now you two. Hurry up, the party will start soon. You two are going to be late.”

Ethan grinned next to me. “It’s called fashionably late, Lila.”

I rolled my eyes at that, but couldn’t help but chuckle. Those were my words.

“Are you ready to go, Princess?” Ethan asked, squeezing me softly in my hands.

I looked up at him, flashing him a bright smile. “I’m so ready, darling.”