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.

to the dressing table where the two ladies were

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

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

the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do I love

to meet

my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow.

hair, styling it in loose cascading waves that fell on my back. She used a curling stretcher to add some bounce to my hair and then finished it off with a center-parting

worked, I couldn't help but feel like royalty. I had never felt so indulged in my life. The attention was mind

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

I still can't believe the transformation. I looked

Candice smiled, looking pleased

Lola cooed. "But we're not done yet.

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 a truly breathtaking piece, and I couldn't help my Jaws dropping at

and how soft it felt. This was too good to be real. It was like something out of some

"Wait

that had two boxes placed on it. Out of the first large box, she took out a pair of Christian Louboutin heels with delicate straps

say, as I watched the unboxing

she opened 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

at the items before me. Ashley, noticing my emotional state, quickly stepped forward, a

sniffing back the tears.

promised, even though

beauty of the dress, accessories, and the love, care, efforts, and finances that had gone into planning this special day for

you," I mumbled, my

with compassion. "You're welcome. Now,

nodded, my

helped me into the dress, shoes, and jewelry. By the time they were done, I twirled around

gir preparing for her first prom. The dress

accentuating all my