How do I look?

Author's pov

  Daniella was heading to her workplace to submit some files, but she was consumed by the desire to secretly see Becky's boyfriend. So, she left her workplace on time, pretending to her boss that she wasn't feeling well.

  Around 1 pm, Daniella arrived in front of Sebastian's house. While sitting in the back seat of the taxi, she took out her red lipstick and applied it to her lips. She didn't consider herself particularly attractive, except for those men who preferred women with large breasts. In that department, she was well-endowed. It was the first thing you would notice about her.

  Instead of knocking on the door, Daniella pressed the doorbell, trying to maintain a smile on her face. She pressed the doorbell repeatedly, but there was no response.

  "Where could he have gone?" She checked her wristwatch and turned to look around the compound and saw only one of his cars. After a while, she decided to knock this time.

  "Hi..." she said, waiting for a response. When she heard nothing, she thought to herself,

  "Maybe he's at work. But can he go to work with his broken leg? Should I wait or come back in the evening?" She suddenly smiled and walked down the three steps in front of the door. After walking a short distance, she thought she heard the sound of the door opening, so she quickly turned back. However, it turned out to be just her imagination. She felt a bit disappointed, but the plan she had in mind kept a smile on her face. She stopped a taxi and went home.

  Meanwhile, when Becky heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her face and saw that it was Daniella.

  "Welcome, Daniella," Becky greeted with a smile as Daniella walked towards her and hugged her.

  "Please, make yourself at home. Have you eaten?" Daniella asked with genuine interest.

  "Hmm... no, I'm not that hungry, and I was waiting for you."

  "Why? Make yourself comfortable here. I know you must have been hurt by your boyfriend's attitude. Your visit to my house this morning really touched my heart. Please, feel at ease here with yourself." Daniella placed her handbag on a chair and went to the fridge, taking out a bottle of juice and two glasses. In front of Becky, she filled both glasses and handed one to Becky. Then she sat opposite Becky so she could see her face.

  "What went wrong in your relationship?" Daniella asked. That question felt like pulling a heavy ship for Becky. She didn't know where to begin. She lowered her head to the ground and then raised it again.

  "Not everything that glitters is gold. I'm tired of Sebastian. This might surprise you because I've never mentioned it before. I've been enduring and hoping things would get better in our relationship. Sebastian is someone who always thinks he's right. He gets suspicious whenever I talk to another man. I have no freedom when he's around, and I can't wear what I like. I'm always afraid when we go out and a guy looks at me. One time, he even accused me of flirting with my eyes at a restaurant. This is not the Sebastian I used to know. I just want to be on my own again."

  Daniella listened to Becky and thought, "If I could have Sebastian as my man, I wouldn't want anything else. What a handsome man. If I were her, Sebastian's good looks and wealth would be enough for me to tolerate his behavior."

  "Daniella! Daniella!! What are you looking at?" Becky interrupted her thoughts.

  "Oh... um!" Daniella responded, shaking her head.

  "What are you thinking about?" Becky asked.

  "Well... you wouldn't understand," Daniella replied.

  "I know your job can be tough. You've told me how demanding it is. I know it's not easy," Becky said.

Daniella sneered and hummed.

  "Are you thinking of quitting?" Becky asked further.

  "No!"

  "By the way, how's your boyfriend, Sam?"

  "Sam? Hmm... it's better to be single than to have a guy like him as a boyfriend. He's poor, and he doesn't dress well. Sometimes, I feel embarrassed going out with him."

"What are you saying? Sam is kind-hearted and humble. He's a genuinely good person. He does dress well," Becky defended.

  "Kind-heartedness won't feed me or clothe me. What has he ever bought for me on special occasions?" Daniella almost stood up in frustration.

  "Life is about more than just material things, Daniella."

  "Stop it, Becky. Aren't you enjoying Sebastian? You always wear the latest clothes, the trendiest shoes. How do you feel when you wear those new and fancy designs? Have you forgotten how I sometimes borrow your unworn clothes? Let me tell you the truth, your friends envy you."

  "You've told me that many times," Becky smiled and added, "appreciate what you have, Daniella!"

  "Okay! By the way, I remembered I'm going to my boyfriend's house this evening. I don't know if I'll be coming back today. But on a serious note, do you really want to leave Sebastian, the rich and handsome young man? Are you joking or are you serious about it?"

  "I'm dead serious. I hope he doesn't come to my workplace today. But I've told him what my management told all the staff. We're not supposed to bring personal matters to the workplace. It's all because of him."

  "Because of him? How? What are you hiding from me?" 

  "I don't want to say. It's too personal."

  "Personal matter? Becky, I can confidently say I'm your best friend, or at least one of your best friends, along with Ivy who's out of town. What are you keeping from me? If you didn't trust me, you wouldn't have come here in the first place. If you didn't trust me, you wouldn't have asked me to keep your stay here a secret. You trust me. Just a moment ago, I told you about Sam. But I wouldn't say to Sam directly that he's too poor for my liking. Who knows, I might have a suggestion that could help you. We're all looking out for each other's well-being and interests."

  "Alright, fine. Let me tell you before becoming a clergyman with the words you just said," Becky giggled, and Daniella joined in. Becky hadn't fully stopped laughing when Daniella asked, 

  "I'm waiting!"

  "Daniella, it's not that complicated. Some weeks ago, Sebastian came to my workplace. While I was casually talking to a customer, he caused a scene and accused me of cheating on him. The managing director, who happened to be there, had to step in and calm down the angry customer. Since then, a rule was put in place that no staff should invite their partners to the workplace. But that's not the main reason I want to end the relationship. I'm just tired of everything. Let's talk about something else. I don't want to think about him. Thoughts of him make me restless."

  "In conclusion, I can't accept what Sebastian did at your workplace. That's unacceptable to me. I can't imagine Sam coming to my workplace and behaving that way. I would end the relationship right then and there, at my office or place of work. I support you in ending this relationship." Daniella hit the chair with both hands. Becky stood up, walked closer, and said,

  "It seems you're really interested in relationship issues. What should we eat so I can prepare something? You must be tired."

  "We? No. Have you forgotten? I said I might sleep at my boyfriend's house today. All I want to do is rest for a while, then I'll take a bath and find a nice dress to wear. Cook whatever you want for yourself." Daniella stood up and was on her way to her room when she quickly turned to Becky, who was heading to the kitchen, and asked,   

  "Becky, is it true that your boyfriend Sebastian had an accident and broke his leg?"

  "Yes."

  "Then this is the right time to leave him. He should feel the pain for what he has done to you."

  They went their separate ways. Becky went to the kitchen to cook, while Daniella entered her room and slept for a few hours. When she woke up at 4 pm, she took a bath and spent more time than usual doing her makeup. She put on a tight top that emphasized her cleavage.

  "I hope Sebastian likes breasts like Sam does. If he does, he'll be mine," she thought as she walked out of her room and found Becky in the living room, engrossed in her phone. Becky was lying on the couch with her belly down, her elbows propped against the couch, and her phone close to her eyes.

  "How do I look?" Daniella swayed her hips to get Becky's attention.

  "You look fantastic. I don't think your boyfriend will want you to come back after seeing you like this." Becky smiled, and Daniella left the house. As she took four steps outside, she nodded her head and said to herself,

  "I hope I meet Sebastian at home this time and likes what he sees."