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.

walked over to the dressing table where the two ladies were waiting. They introduced themselves as Candice, the

today." She was a

I'm Lola," the second woman introduced, smiling, too. "I'll be styling your hair and helping you

arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do

to meet

my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She used light products,

Lola worked on my hair, styling it in loose cascading waves that fell on my back. She used a curling

help but feel like royalty. I had never felt so indulged in my life. The attention was mind blogging, and I

and stepped away for me to stare at myself properly in the vanity mirror, a gasp tore from my lips. I stared back at a

can't believe the transformation. I looked

and Candice smiled, looking pleased with

Lola cooed. "But we're not done yet. We will have to get

of these just to sit back in my room. I just can't wait to find out the rest of the plans. Lola walked over to a dress bag that was banging on the back of the door and gently unzipped it to reveal a dress. My eyes rounded like saucers as I took in the sight of the stunning gown. It was a customized strapless Chanel evening dress,

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

enjoying my shock. "Wait until you see your other

to a nearby table that had two boxes placed on it. Out of the

all I could say, as I

popular jewelry brand Tiffany &Co Next was a

my emotions threatening to get the better of me. My eyes swelled with joy at the items before

smiled, sniffing back

promised, even though

beauty of the dress, accessories, and the love, care, efforts, and finances

I mumbled, my voice

with compassion. "You're welcome. Now, let's get you into

nodded, my

returning. Candice and Lola approached me, as they helped me into the dress, shoes, and jewelry. By the time they were done,

like a high school gir preparing for her first prom. The dress hugged my body

my curves