Chapter 7: Did I Turn Your Head?

Kashmir's room is a feast for the eyes. Her mouth was wide open to see how spacious and beautiful the room was. The room has a living room, a mini -bar, a big two door refrigerator full with snacks and drinks, a walk-in closet and the bathroom is also big and equipped with a jacuzzi. Everything in the room screams luxury. She can't believe that her employer treated her like a princess, she didn't expect it. She looks at the king size bed like it's pulling her. She sat at the edge of the bed, suddenly she felt tired and lay down on the bed; and in no time, she's dead to the world.

Amaro entered her room, he was worried because he knocked several times but Kashmir hadn't answered the door. He saw her sleeping peacefully at the edge of the bed. He quickly moved to the bed; he was worried that she might fall from the bed. He carefully picked her up to place her at the centre of the bed. She could smell her scent and he got intoxicated. He placed her head on the pillow carefully so as not to wake her up. He sat beside her, looking at her innocent face.

'She is different from the women I know. She doesn't flirt with me nor seduce me. While other women are doing everything so they can to climb to my bed' he smiled

"My princess, I'll do everything to make you mine." he whispered, gently kissed her forehead and left.

A knock on the door woke Kashmir up, she hurriedly answered the door. A lady standing at the threshold holding a makeup kit and a dress. 

"Hi Ms. Kashmir, I'm Ms. Faruk, a makeup artist.” She introduced herself to Kashmir. 

“His Highness Amaro sent me here to help you get ready for a date.” she said, Kashmir was shocked by her last word. 

"Ms. Faruk, nice to meet you. But I'm sorry, I don't need help here. I can do it myself." Kashmir refused her politely. 

"I don't dare to disobey the prince's order" she insisted.

"Alright then, but please don't make it elaborate. I am not used to it, I want it simple." Kashmir reluctantly consented.

"As you wish, madam," she smiled.

"Ms. Faruk, will you please excuse me. I'll have to go to the bathroom and have to take a bath first. Please help yourself, there are a lot of snacks in the fridge." Kashmir wanted to befriend her. 

"I will certainly help myself, I am a bit hungry" she grinned. Kashmir gave a thumbs up.

When Kashmir came out of the bathroom. Ms. Faruk immediately held her hand and led her to the vanity mirror. She blows dry Kashmir's long, thick and wavy hair.

"You've got beautiful hair” stroking Kashmir's hair.

"You are beautiful even without makeup but I won't dare to defy his royal Highness's order. I'll just make it light" she smiled.

When done with her makeup, Ms. Faruk helped her dress.

"Wow! You're stunningly beautiful with that dress. The prince is really good at choosing dresses." She exclaimed.

"Did the prince choose this dress for me?" her eyes widened at Ms. Faruk's statement.

"Yes he certainly did” Ms. Faruk confirmed

"You're kidding me" Kashmir’s eyes and mouth were wide open.

"No, I am not" Ms. Faruk shook her head. 

"He must have done it so many times picking ladies' dresses that is why he's an expert now." Kashmir said while looking at herself in the mirror. 

"Yes, you're right. It is not his first time." Ms. Faruk said as she nodded her head. 

"Did he do this to his girlfriend?" Kashmir curiously asked. 

"I won't answer that, I won't cause a fight between you two lovey dovey.” Ms. Faruk winked at Kashmir. 

"Hey, we're not an item" she retorted.

"Don't deny it" Ms. Faruk gave Kashmir a knowing look. 

"I am not his girlfriend, I am just his PA." Kashmir clarified.

"I thought you're his girlfriend" 

"That's it, not everything we perceived to be is a hundred percent true." Kashmir said, pouting her lips.

Knock, Knock,knock....

Kashmir sauntered toward the door and opened it.

"Hi, Ms. Kashmir. The prince is already waiting downstairs." the maidservant announced.

"Here's your clutch bag to match your attire." Ms. Faruk gave Kashmir the clutch bag.

"This is too much, why must he do this to me?" Kashmir said.

Amaro is pacing anxiously. He's tempted to climb up the stairs and go to her chamber, it seems he's been waiting for eternity. He wants to see her now. He heard footsteps and looked at the stairs. He saw Ms. Faruk coming down, he frowned.

'Where is she?' his mind screams. And he saw her coming down.

'My darling is so beautiful' he thought, his heart beating wildly, it's like it's about to jump out of his chest. 

When Kashmir was near him, he spoke, "You are stunningly beautiful; I am certain you're gonna turn heads." He held her hand and kissed it.

"Your Highness, it's you who is gonna turn heads tonight." 

"Am I? Did I turn your head?" he said with an amused tone of voice.

"Your Highness, it doesn't matter if I turn my head to you or not. What's important is that your girlfriend or fiancée has all her attention on you." she answered with a smirk.

"Uuhm... shall we?" his arm snaked around her waist and led her to the limousine.

She was shocked by his action but couldn't do anything. She doesn't want to call his attention, afraid that she might embarrass him in front of his bodyguards, so she decided to talk to him in private.

Inside the car, she deliberately sat far from him and ignored him. She looked outside the window and enjoyed seeing the beautiful skyscrapers they passed by. Amaro always glances at her:  while she's enjoying looking outside the car, he took this opportunity to look at her side profile. She is beautiful in every way.

The limo stopped at a high-end restaurant, only the affluent can afford to dine. She had bad memories in such places where she noticed the wealthy people flaunting their wealth and power while being snobs to poor people like her. Her palm is sweating and there are butterflies in her stomach.

"Are you ready?" she heard a husky voice. She turned to face him, she didn't notice that Amaro was already sitting beside her. 

Their foreheads touched and their lips almost touched; Kashmir instantaneously blushed because of their awkward position. She immediately turned her head to look at the car's door that was opened by the chauffeur. She alighted from the limousine carefully so as not to trip over. Amaro is looking at her movement, her every movement is regal. He smiled at her and crooked his arm implying that she placed her hand on the crook of his arm which she did.

"Relax, I am here with you" he placed his hand over her hand. He knew that she's tensed.

"Thank you, Your Highness" she was grateful.

"Do you want me to kiss you? Didn't I tell you, call me Amaro when we are alone?"

"We aren't alone, we are surrounded by your bodyguard that's why I should address you the way it should be." Kashmir retorted.

They entered the restaurant and saw that Ishmael and Joyce were already there. She looked at the restaurant's interiors and she was in awe. But she got curious because there's no other customers apart from them. All she could see were the waiters and musicians that were playing soft music. She liked the restaurant's serene ambiance; the soft background music helped set the peaceful atmosphere.