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.

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

"I'll be doing your makeup today." She was a tall slender woman with

second woman introduced, smiling, too. "I'll be styling your hair and helping you get dressed." She was a chubby lady with moon-shaped dimples

the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how

nice to

afterward. Candice worked her magic with my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She used light products, focusing on enhancing my look

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

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

to 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

still can't believe the transformation. I looked like

and Candice smiled, looking pleased with

not done yet. We will have to get

through all 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 meticulous beading and embroidery that shone and sparkled like diamonds in the dark. The champagne color was alluring and screamed glamour. It was

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

enjoying my shock. "Wait

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

say, as I watched the unboxing

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

emotions threatening to get the better of me. My eyes swelled with joy at the items before me. Ashley, noticing my emotional state, quickly stepped forward, a feigned stern look on her face. "You'd better not

smiled, sniffing back the tears.

promised,

flabbergasting. The beauty of the dress, accessories, and the love, care, efforts, and finances that had gone into planning this special day for me. It was just

you," I mumbled,

compassion. "You're welcome. Now, let's

my

and jewelry. By

gir preparing for her first prom. The dress hugged

accentuating all my curves and