Transmigrated Into A Billionaire novel Chapter 59

　　"That fucker…"

　　Amy hissed but not before apologizing for being an asshole and barging into Ace's room unannounced. She closed the door gently before working down the hall to check on the two other doors but they were locked. Which meant, Araceli's room could only be amongst the first two, she opened the second door to find Araceli smiling at her cunningly while lying on her bed swinging her leg back and forth like an excited kid waiting for a Christmas present.

　　"Oh you are worse than the devil himself," Amy exaggerated, narrowing her eyes at her which only made Rachel laugh more. Honestly, she couldn't remember why she changed the number of her room door when Amy asked, partly because she knew Amy was pretty predictable in the sense that she would always want to pull a stunt that didn't favor her or try to do something silly like how she used to call dibs on front sit wherever they were going out with Ricky and partly because she thought she had been to her room before so she replied kind of sarcastically thinking she already knew the right room.

　　"You really wanna blame me for your fishy brain??," Rachel laughed as Amy huffed about how it wasn't fair.

　　"Oh now you know it's not fair, you literally called dibs on me when you were at the top of the stairs and I was barely half way through, if that didn't scream and bleed unfair, I don't know what will," Rachel turned over on her back and faced her white carved ceiling.

　　"Whatever,"

　　"You got any idea of what to wear??," Amy asked her, heading towards her closet which was a totally different room on it's own, she was sure that if they tried to fit her apartment all together in here, it will fit and even leave some extra hallway space.

　　"Xander wants me to wear something black, guess is we are supposed to be in matching clothes because we are supposed to be a couple, fucked up shit" Rachel sighed.

　　"He definitely doesn't get to tell me what to wear, that's not how this shit works," Rachel said, switching from a lying down position to a sitting position, she was definitely not gonna let him decide what she would wear, she wasn't Araceli. Besides, he probably would be matching with Alice Harvey too which would be a sure bet. It's funny how her mom stopped asking about Alice. Unlike her undying love and support for Xander, she pretty much zeroed in on Alice and didn't bother to ask for her either.

　　"So now we got you all hyped up, let's see what you plan on picking out," Amy said looking through her designer cocktail dresses for evenings. Trust me, she didn't even come up with that sentence, she didn't pay enough school fees to come up with something like that. The name was actually written over the heading of the rack and it was just some rack, it was a full Rack of designer wear from dresses to jump suits to business suits and tops all from designer top brands.

　　"Seriously, Cocktail dresses for evening events??," Amy asked, coming out of the closet(pun intended).

　　"Could you be any more white and rich??," Amy asked, chuckling.

　　"Heyyy,"

　　"That was my former stylist way of guiding me on what to wear when he wasn't around or in the country,"

　　"And I'm Italian, and you are the white person here," Rachel replied, defending herself.

　　"You had a stylist??"

　　"Of course you did, you are the 5th on forbes most powerful under thirty of last year and this year, of course you will have a fucking stylist," Amy said to herself hitting the side of her head as if to jingle her memory.

　　"I'm actually Russian by the way, at least by birth and my dad was Russian according to my foster home," Amy said casually, going through the rack of clothes.

　　"Yeah I also fished in Greenland during the winters and after that we offered them to the hill spirits for a good year," Rachel joked along.

　　"Really??,"

　　"Why the hell will anybody do that anyway??," Amy asked, completely shocked at the tradition they did yearly, but it was no surprise though, Rich people did crazy shit and they keep doing crazy shit, like a friend once told her from the trench, she said "you gotta be crazy, if you want to be crazy rich, you trade a little form of your humanity for wealth," and right now, it was beginning to make a lot of sense.

　　"No one does that Amy!!" Rachel exclaimed as she rubbed her hands down her face, she knew she would totally miss the joke.

　　"Then why did you say that?," Amy paused at the frame of the closet looking at Araceli as if she was losing her mind.

　　"Because we were both just saying random crazy shit you know, like how you said you are

　　Russian…" Rachel replied, she kind of faded out on the last part when Amy's expression told

　　her that she wasn't joking because she looked so goddamn serious and was staring into her soul as if questioning why she would do that.

　　"Oh shit…"

　　"You weren't playing around when you said so…" Rachel realized.

　　"Why will I joke around with shit like that, I mean not to be stereotypic myself but can't you see my hair??," Amy said, pointing to her now shortened platinum hair.

　　"Wait a fucking second…"

　　"That's the natural color of your hair?!" Rachel exclaimed, as she stood up and went to touch the hair, it was pretty soft.

　　"Yeah, I decided to go for something less wild plus this is a formal occasion, I can't come looking like I just got kicked out of the club after my 31st glass of shot," Amy chuckled.

　　"Why does that actually sound like a real life scenario?" Rachel laughed.

　　"It is hun, I have escaped alcohol poison more than Chris Angels has actually escaped death," Amy laughed.

　　"Good 'Ol memories…" Amy muttered to herself.