Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Grand surprise

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I relished the meal, savoring each bite and enjoying the feel of each flavor on my plate. As much as I wanted to eat more of the delicacies, I had to settle for lighter meals. My stomach soon got filled, and being the minimalist I was, I had to stop. Eating beyond that point

was gluttony, and I wasn't one.

I covered the plates and pushed the tray aside, turning to thank Ashley. "Thank you so much, I enjoyed this."

"You're welcome, even though you didn't eat as much as I wanted you to," she said, feigning a pout.

"Overfeeding me is not part of the plan, is it?"

"You're right, it isn't," she smiled ruefully and put the tray away.

"Now, you have to rest a little before we get down to business. We've got a lot planned for you today."

"You're still not gonna tell me about this plan, aren't you?"

"You're right, I won't," she said, winking.

I nodded, resigning to my fate. As much as I wanted to be privy to what was being planned, I also enjoyed being in the dark. It helped amplify the tension and anticipation I was feeling inside.

Lounging comfortably on the chair, I exhaled in contentment. Life was indeed good with the people you love and who love you right back, in it. As I rested, I thought of Maverick. I hadn't seen him since the early morning surprise, and it was so with everyone else. Was keeping everyone away from me, part of this secret birthday plan?

So I leaned a little close to Ashley who was seated in the chair close to me, typing away on her phone. "Where's Maverick, and everyone else?"

"Maverick is with his grandma," she said, looking up from her phone. "And for everyone else?" The look of mischief was back on her face now. "You'll find out soon."

I nodded, but then my curiosity was not satiated. I was tempted to ask about Jared's whereabouts. If he had sent any birthday wishes, but I bit the words back. I didn't care if he wished me a happy birthday or not. Or at least, that's what I told myself. I tried to push the thought of him out of my mind, but it wouldn't budge, refusing to be ignored.

next activity. I walked over to the dressing table where the two ladies were waiting. They introduced themselves as Candice, the makeup artist,

makeup today." She was a tall slender woman with a stylish

styling your hair and helping you get dressed." She was a chubby lady with moon-shaped dimples

by the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do I love you

to meet you

and Lola immediately got to work afterward. Candice worked her magic with my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She

back. She

never felt so indulged in my life. The

stare at myself properly in the vanity mirror, a gasp tore from my lips. I stared back at a version of myself that looked too good to be real. I looked incredible. My makeup was flawless, my hair was stunning, and I felt like a

I finally mouthed. I still can't believe the transformation. I looked like

and Candice smiled, looking pleased

cooed. "But we're not done yet. We will

dress bag that was banging on the back of the door and gently unzipped

mouth with my hand when I felt the material and how soft it felt. This was too good to be real. It was like something

enjoying my shock. "Wait until you see

it. Out of the first large box, she took out a pair of Christian Louboutin heels

could say, as I watched

and earring set from the popular jewelry brand Tiffany &Co Next was a

before me. Ashley, noticing my emotional state,

smiled, sniffing back the tears.

I promised, even though

the dress, accessories, and the love, care, efforts, and finances that had

you," I mumbled,

compassion. "You're welcome. Now,

nodded, my excitement

the dress, shoes, and jewelry.

high school gir preparing for her first prom. The dress

all my