You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 61

3 months later.

One sunny day in N City, the big street was jam packed with people who were busy catching for work.

On a busy street, Arabella was rushing not to be late for her appointment when her phone rang.

“Hello?” She answered in a hurry.

“Where are you? The wedding was about to start, but the bride was still not fully made. You are sickening me! Hurry up!” The manager of the cosmetic company where she was employed in, roared at her angrily.

“I am very sorry, sir. I am on my way. The traffic was just too bad.” She explained. Of course, she didn’t want to be late. It’s just that she needed to visit her dad first in the hospital and send her mom’s meal. She was always juggling her role as a daughter and her work every day.

“I don’t care! Just get your ass here immediately or you are fired!” Her manager wasn’t good to anyone. They said, he had grown old with the company but didn’t get the chance to be promoted that’s why he was irate to everyone.

“Right away, sir.” In spite of his roaring, Arabella replied in a respectful tone.

For three months only, she already made herself a well-known make-up artist in N city through her company, NZ Cosmetics. NZ Cosmetics was widely known as the biggest cosmetic line and also catered prestige make-up services to all big events in the city using their very own line. Every day, she always had appointments with old and new clients that made her so busy. Seeing her masterpiece on one’s face gave her much satisfaction and happiness.

Arabella had only 2 hours left to the wedding. This wedding was a new client. She had heard, it was the biggest wedding in N City for this year. The bride had requested to have her make-up done with the company’s best make-up artist and that was her.

After she had arrived in the venue, she quickly ran to the bride’s room bringing her make-up suitcase.

“I’m really sorry, I’m a bit late.” She uttered while setting up her workplace in a hurry.

“Arabella?” The bride turned her head at the busy Arabella when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Hearing her name being called, Arabella stopped what she was doing. She then realized that she hadn’t seen the bride’s face from the moment she entered the room. She turned her head and saw a very familiar face. She was shocked for quite a while when her eyes caught the unknown bride. It was Brittany Taylor.

The first and last meeting with her was unpleasant. Brittany was one of Bill’s muses that night in the President’s birthday ball and Brittany vulgarly confronted her in the restroom about her wild night with Bill. ‘Wait! Is her groom, Bill?’ Arabella froze. She didn’t know why she had felt disappointed of her thoughts.

The air in the roomed seemed not enough for them two, but since she was her client, Arabella tried to smile at her civilly.

“Hi.” The word came out of Arabella’s mouth, trying to suppress the feeling of awkwardness seeing Brittany again.

“It was nice to see you again. I didn’t know you’re gonna be my make-up artist for my wedding.” Brittany was a little demure, this time way too far from the Brittany she had met before.

“Me too, I’m totally surprised that you… Ahhmmm… Well best wishes! I am happy for you.” Not to be surprised later, Arabella had already assumed that Brittany’s groom was none other than Bill and that made her jumbled her words.

“Thank you.” Brittany replied and smiled at her playfully. It seemed she knew what Arabella was thinking, but she chose to give her a thrill.

The make-up session finished well and ended on time.

“Thank you. You are very good. I am not wrong for choosing your company.” Arabella did a very good job that Brittany couldn’t help herself to praise her skills. Brittany looked very gorgeous on her make-up that complemented well on her white wedding gown.

“Ms. Taylor, It’s time.” A gay wedding planner gracefully strode inside the room, then he ushered Brittany on her way to the venue.

As the make-up artist of the bride, Arabella had to stay for some minor retouches until the wedding was over.

“Wow! One lucky girl. Ms. Brittany Taylor will be married to a billionaire. She had everything now!” One of the cleaners in the room said.

“Yeah! You are right! I hope I could also find my prince charming as handsome as Ms. Brittany’s groom.” Another cleaner replied as she giggled.

Hearing the two cleaners chatting, Arabella was feeling uneasy while keeping the cosmetics backed to her case. A billionaire and a prince charming, those were perfect descriptions for Bill Sky. Fighting with her mind, Arabella had her hope that it was not Bill since he was still married to her, but thinking how rich and powerful he was, then he could probably find a way to make Brittany her wife without divorcing her. She then breathed a sigh of frustration.

The fear of seeing Bill with Brittany on stage made Arabella just wanted to stay in the room. She was still not prepared for her reaction and feeling would be but her instinct urged her to stand up and see herself the truth. The truth would hurt, but life must go on. She just had to move on.

So, to confirmed everything, she had sneaked inside the venue. The venue resembled a fantasy concept with full of lavender and white flowers gardened around. The huge venue looked so lavishly magnifique that undoubtedly only billionaires could afford. In the corner, Arabella was nervous to see the groom. She could feel her heart was racing fast and she was sweating even though the venue was surrounded with big air conditioners purposely turned on to their highest temperature giving comfortable atmosphere to all the guests.