64–Help
Sarah pov
Taking a cab, instead of going home I went to a salon to get a hairdo. Yup!
Right now, I did not need to be frustrated. I had to do this on my own. No one would help me unless I help myself.
The so called peers and buddies were only interested either in my wealthy background or my smiling face. Nobody wanted to know what was going on inside my head and my heart.
The only one who used to care had slipped far away and I was adamant about bringing him back.
I was not happy to give up so easily.
After my hairdo, I got myself a leisure manicure and pedicure.
“Ma’am. What nail color would you prefer?” The salon girl asked me while massaging my feet. The other one was giving a massage to my arm and knew perfectly about the pressure points.
“Umm…” I opened my eyes lazily, “maybe a moss green color!” I said and closed my eyes again.
My brain had finally started working.
The regret of spending the night with Keith was lessening now. I could always explain to Justin that I did it because he was giving his attention to that Pashley girl.
“I have seen you somewhere.” The girl who was doing my foot massage tried to chat with me. In all those high–end salons they were not allowed to gossip around their customers. They could be fired for violating
the rules.
“Aren’t you Justin Deluca’s fiancée?” She asked me and that brought my brain to active mode.
“Yes, I am,” I said with a subtle smile.
“Oh, ma’am. You are so lucky.” There was a hint of jealousy in her tone. And it was making me proud that I was not a common girl but the fiancé of the most prominent man who was the dream of so many girls.
Once I was done with the self–care part, I called the driver to pick me up from the salon. On my way back home, my phone started ringing.
Urgh. It was Keith.
I canceled the call and kept looking outside the window. If he thought that I would be available to him just because I did not have my fiancé with me then he was in for a surprise.
I rolled my eyes when I saw Keith calling me again.
“Oh, please.” I again canceled the call. Why couldn’t he take the hint? I was NOT interested in him. I was Sarah Garner. Not some x.y.z.
I deserved someone no less than Justin. Or maybe Just Justin Deluca.
When my phone pinged, I picked it up and found a message from Keith.
‘Just wanted to know if you are home.‘
Huh? Now he was playing a concerned boyfriend role.
I typed back a message to him.
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