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, and Lola,

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

smiling, too. "I'll be styling your hair and helping you get dressed." She was a chubby lady with

feeling flustered by the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do

to meet you

immediately got to work afterward. Candice worked her magic with my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She used light products, focusing on

that fell on my back. She used a curling

like royalty. I had never felt so indulged in my

me 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

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

Candice smiled, looking pleased with their

Ma'am," Lola cooed. "But we're not done

was curious about where I would be going because there was no way I was going 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.

mouth with my hand when I felt the material and how soft it felt. This was too good

"Wait until you see your

Lola walked over to a nearby table that had two boxes placed on it. Out of the first large box,

all I could say, as I watched the

the smaller box and took out a diamond-engraved necklace and earring set from the popular jewelry brand Tiffany &Co Next was a pearl beaded bracelet by another popular jeweler, Oscar de la Renta. And next was

was suddenly overwhelmed, my 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

sniffing back the tears.

promised, even though

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

I mumbled, my

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

nodded, my

me into the dress, shoes, and jewelry. By the time

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

all my curves and