An Arrange Marriage That Went Wrong Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Delilah, please be on the lookout for Everlee if she’s here before anyone returns home,” said Paris grabbing her purse to meet her mom at the clothes store.

“Yes, Miss Paris,” answered Delilah.

Paris coachman was outside waiting on her. He opened the carriage door as he saw Paris leaving her home. The door closed as she entered, and the carriage drove off. Paris took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily, nervous that the time to meet the stranger she was arranged to be married to was drawing near, close for her to being rejected by him because of her unattractive appearance, she thought negatively.

When Paris had reached the well-known clothes store in Greenfield

her mom was already there waiting on her.

Mrs. Rose grabbed her by the hand pulling her along.

“Good day,” an employee came over to greet them.

“I want a beautiful white dress for my daughter,” Mrs. Rose told the sales representative.

“Paris you can go and look at dresses you might like while I help the sales rep find a good dress,” Mrs. Rose told Paris.

Paris pretended as if she was searching for a dress while she secretly watched her mom carry the sales rep to a corner of some corset and whisper to her. She could read lips very well from high school days that’s how she knew no one liked her and didn’t want to be friends with her because of her ugly hair and freckled face.

“Please help me find a dress that makes one believe she has a beautiful body underneath than pay attention to her face and hair,” her mom whispered to the lady.

Tears instantly filled Paris’s eyes hurt, of what her mom had said to the sales rep. She now knew that all the time her mom was trying to

cheer her up by telling her she was beautiful she didn’t mean it. She was just trying to do her job as a mom and that was only to be supportive. It hurts Paris so badly now, knowing that the way that everyone sees her was the same way her mom too did. Quickly she began to touch a blue dress pretending as if she was minding her own business not wanting her mom to know what she had said she had heard it. She blinked away her tears as she felt her mom touch her from behind.

“We’ve found you the perfect dress,” said Mrs. Rose.

Paris followed her to the dressing room to put on the white and silver puffy dress. It was beautiful and the fabric felt so soft, but Paris doubt it would be of any help as how her mom wanted it to be. She knew she didn’t need a dress to make her look good. She believed she needed a new face and new hair colour.

“Try it on quickly,” Mrs. Rose hastened her.

She hurriedly put on the dress. The dress fitted her perfectly showcasing her curves, and her firm beauty mark breast stood stiffly above her dress.

“Yes, I love this look on you,” said Mrs. Rose.

“I’m going to pay for it,” she told Paris leaving her alone in the dressing room.

Paris stared at her reflection disappointed.

“Why didn’t I have blond hair and no freckles,” she argued, not caring about the dress. She only cared about her face and haired which she hated.

She turned from the mirror disgusted by her image, quickly changing back to her clothes and went to meet her mom at the cashier who was paying for the dress. She gave the cashier the dress and watches her place it in a shopping bag.

“Now, we have the beauty salon to get to,” said Mrs. Rose excited.

Paris nodded not in any mood to do anything. She believed what her

mom was trying to do to in making her attractive to the suitor was a waste of time. She knows she’ll forever be an ugly duckling.

The beauty Salon was across from the road.

“We need a quick beautiful hair do and a lot of makeup for my daughter to look her best,” Mrs. Rose barged into the store yelling loudly like it was some serious emergency.

Paris felt so ashamed of her action. Mrs. Rose was allowing everyone to look at her. A lady who was doing her nails laughed at her. Paris’s eyes were lowered ashamed.

Carrie a well-known hairdresser in Greenfield ran over to Paris and her mom. She grabbed Paris by the hand carrying her quickly to a chair before a large mirror. Paris looked away from the mirror not wanting to see her face.

“How about I straighten your curly hair for you?” Carrie inquired Paris as she began to pull out her tight bun and ponytail.

“No,” Paris told her.

“Yes, do so,” Mrs. Rose agreed.

Paris’s face was made in anger knowing there was no point in arguing with her mom now. She always seems to get her way no matter how.

Paris red hair was straightened reaching down to her waist. She had very long hair, longer than Everlee. Paris thought about chopping off her hair many times. She hated its length especially when it was so ugly, but she feared she’d look like an alien, bald or some animal ugly baby.

Carrie was through with her hair and started on her makeup.

“Make her makeup very heavy and make her face look clear from those freckles,” Mrs. Rose told Carrie.

Paris’s eyes remained kept away from the mirror while Carrie did her makeup. Her face began to feel so heavy and stiff at how many powders and makeup Carrie was using on her face. Carrie finished her work

with a bright red lip gloss.

“You look beautiful,” said Carrie.

Mrs. Rose agreed stunned by Carrie wonderful work.

“Please stop lying to me,” Paris told them as her eyes went to the mirror knowing she could never look pretty.

Suddenly her eyes widen, and her hand slowly touched her face seeing she truly did look good with the heavy makeup on her face that made her face feel like it was numb. She felt like she was staring at someone completely different in the mirror.

“Make-up is sure a miracle,” said Mrs. Rose.

Paris nodded agreeing. Her new transformation was now starting to make her feel confident meeting her arrange husband this evening.