Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

When we finally finished shopping, we headed to the exit. Emma strutted ahead, her heels clicking against the polished tiles like a runway model with the brand-new sunglasses she just got from the fashion perched on her nose.She had bought so much that two mall attendants had to trail behind her, their hands overloaded with glossy shopping bags that swung like pendulums. "Look at her walking like she paid for everything and even ours," Olive said. I chuckled softly and shook my head. "She's a character." "Right! I am glad you are getting used to her," Olive replied. I smiled back. "Yeah, I guess you can say that."We both laughed as we carried our own bags—two for Olive, one for me. “It’s your lucky day and yet you bought so little,” Olive teased, giving me a pointed smile. I just shrugged and smiled back. But the smile faded the moment we stepped out of the mall. Two massive men in dark suits suddenly appeared at my sides, flanking me as if on cue. Their faces were unread

When we got home, the awkwardness between Olive and me lingered like a thick cloud no one wanted to acknowledge. I really wished we could address it ; I couldn't afford to lose the only friend I had.I sighed and walked into the house after Olive pulled the door open. Emma, blissfully oblivious, twirled her hair as she entered behind us.Before I could say a word to Olive, she started gushing about her joyride.“Gosh, that car is everything! The lights, the sound system—I felt like a vixen in an aesthetic music video! And you know what? We’re totally taking it to the party.”I looked at Olive, waiting for her reaction to Emma's suggestion. But her face was still dark."It's not ours to take, Emma," she said."Well, I asked those men, and they said it's yours, so why can't we take it?" Emma replied with a frown.I glanced at Olive again; she was busy at the refrigerator.“If Olive wants to take the old car, then… that’s what we’re taking,” I said.Olive froze, then lifted her head ~~up

“Miami. We’ve got a pool party to attend,” Emma replied immediately before anyone else could. “Miami?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “And what kind of party is this?” Emma flipped her hair. “Just a singles mingle party. Nothing serious.” Angela’s gaze shifted to me. “Well, enjoy yourselves. Especially you, Charlotte.” I smiled back at her and muttered a quick thanks. After the call ended, the ride was quiet—steady, smooth enough that I almost dozed off—until the driver slowed. The car eased to a halt, and I blinked at the sudden wash of white floodlights cutting across the tinted windows. Emma perked up instantly, her lips curling into a smile. “Finally. I was beginning to think we’d never get there.” Olive leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she peered outside. “Wait… this doesn’t look like the main airport terminal.” My brows knitted. She was right. This wasn’t the chaotic bustle of travelers dragging suitcases, children crying, and flight announcements bla

Emma clapped her hands once, to get our attention. “Alright, let’s shut this party down!” I forced an awkward smile. Knowing what's coming up. Dressing up in our bikinis. Within minutes, Emma was dressed in a bright two-piece, posing in the mirror. I watched her picked up the hot comb. I was looking for how to ask for help with a silk press. I wanted to to be different from what I looked like from that video. I can't risk going out and having fingers pointing at me. Olive slipped into her swimsuit too —it hugged her waist tightly, freeing her curves until they bounced with every move. Meanwhile, I was still fiddling with my bag zipper, pretending to look busy. Emma was done with the hot comb and Olive done with applying her sunscreen and a lip gloss some mascara, everyone was busy and almost ready. My heart kept hammering in my chest until I got bursted. Both of them turned to stare at me. “What?” I asked, pretending I have no idea why they were staring.

Many minutes later I kept my eyes closed, trying to keep my nerves in check as Olive worked on my face. Before styling my hair, she had insisted I close my eyes for a transformation reveal. But it took another turn as I felt soft touches on my face. I had to wait patiently for the reveal as she instructed. “Is the lip gloss really necessary?” I mumbled, trying not to move my lips. “Do we really need this?” I murmured. “I mean… lip gloss? It’s a pool party, not a runway. It’ll just end up on a soda can or washed away in the water.” Olive let out a soft laugh. “Please. As if you’re going to swim anyway. And it’s just lip gloss, not a full face of makeup. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.” “She’s got a point, Char. Enjoy the beauty treatment. And you two be fast about it, we are missing a lot!” I heard Emma snap. I sighed. “I guess I have no choice.” Olive’s voice came back. “Exactly, so stay still. And now finally, I will add a little mascara. Okaaayyy… open