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.

table where the two ladies were waiting. They introduced themselves as

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

styling your hair and helping you get dressed." She was a chubby

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

to meet you

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

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

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

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 be real. I looked incredible. My makeup was flawless, my hair was

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

Candice smiled, looking pleased with

"But we're not done

time, I 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. 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

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

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

say, as I watched

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 a luxurious black Chanel purse,

the items before me. Ashley, noticing my emotional

back the tears.

I promised,

hard keeping to that promise. This is just so flabbergasting. The beauty of the dress, accessories, and the love, care, efforts, and finances that had

you," I mumbled, my voice cracking

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

nodded, my excitement

and jewelry. By the time they were done, I twirled around

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

my curves and