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.

time to get started on the next activity. I walked over to the dressing table where the two

today." She was a tall slender woman

smiling, too. "I'll be styling your hair and helping

by the arrangement. Oh, Ashley, how do

to

Candice worked her magic with my makeup, amplifying my facial features and making my face glow. She used

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

couldn't help but feel like royalty. I had never felt so indulged in my life. The

I stared back at a version of myself that looked too good to

I still can't believe the transformation. I

and Candice smiled, looking pleased with

not done yet. We will have to get

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

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

my shock. "Wait until you see your

had two boxes placed on it. Out of the first large box, she took out a pair of Christian

all I could say, as I watched

was a pearl beaded bracelet by another popular jeweler, Oscar de la Renta. And next was a luxurious black Chanel purse,

before me. Ashley, noticing my emotional state, quickly stepped forward,

sniffing back the

promised,

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

I mumbled, my

smiled, her eyes filled with compassion. "You're welcome. Now, let's get you into

my

and Lola approached me, as they helped me into the dress, shoes, and jewelry. By the

gir preparing for her first prom.

my