Unveiled (Torn #6)(38)
I admit at first I was petrified going through the process alone and it even came to a point where I couldn’t look at the mirror in fear that I might truly despise this new change of looks, but upon the nice stylist’s persistence, I found myself truly loving this new hair on me. The dark hair gave me the slick, sophisticated mysteriousness but with this new color, it made me look pretty and fun, almost approachable even if I didn’t give that evil wicked eye I usually give men when I didn’t want to be bothered.
It was true what they say, that when your appearance changes, so does your mood and how one carried oneself. After paying the salon, I left the place feeling as if I was light-footed before heading to a nearby boutique to browse for a new dress that would compliment my new do. I had tons of dresses but I had this fanciful idea that maybe I’d opt for something sexier instead of the usual classy slim-cut dresses that I usually go for. I wanted Dimitris’s jaws to drop when he sees me tonight and I wouldn’t settle for anything less. And right in the middle of my frustration after searching for almost half an hour the perfect thing to wear tonight, my gaze landed on a short champagne number with intricate silver beading. The front dipped low enough to show off cleavage but since I lacked in that department, it passed for demure since my knockers weren’t that impressive to size. The back itself was a large V that showed great amount of skin. The beautiful beading was appealing, so much so that I could easily get away by not wearing a damn thing underneath it and no one would know. Taking the dress with me, I paid at the till, massively grinning as I exited the store.
Dimitris’s driver had parked a few blocks away and upon heading towards where it was located, I heard someone call me.
“Lindsey Mason? Lindsey Mason!” A male voice tried to get my attention coming from behind me.
Merely stopping to twist around to face the person asking for me, I was surprised to find a bearded man with a large camera hanging around his neck before he started snapping photos of me.
“Are you here to try and steal away Dimitris Kosta again after he had reunited with his French girlfriend?” he barked out while he kept snapping away.
My body turned cold, instantly on guard. “Excuse me—No. What the f*uk? Get your information right you worthless piece of shit.”
He smirked, uncaring about what I thought of him. “How many boyfriends do you have at the moment?”
I was about to yell at him when out of nowhere, two more paparazzi joined him, throwing questions at me while I stood rooted on the spot as the bombarded me form one question to another. Maybe it was the shock that they found me, or the thought that they found me and I had no one to help me block them out…or the actual fact that they truly believed that it was me who meant to break Claudine and Dimitris apart, when in actuality, it was the other way around.
“You look like you’re going somewhere tonight, will it be because you’re planning to see Dimitris? Do you think he’ll be interested in you again?
“Is it true that you cheated on him several times that’s why his family loathes you?”
“How do you feel that most of Dimitris Kosta’s loyal fans despise you and don’t approve of you because you’ve proven to be too slutty to be with him?”
I almost ran from there, while I forced myself not to cry even through the tears were threatening to come out, burning my eyes as I scanned for the driver and the car. The second I spotted him, I barely said anything but barely nodded when he asked me if I wanted to be driven back to the villa.
Feeling bereft didn’t cut it. No. It was more than that. I was so shaken that I was beside myself, fidgeting and about to have a panic attack. I had never encountered them this way. Of course being friends with Emma and Bass made me familiar with the paparazzi but it was always aimed at them and never me. Being granted the same horrific spotlight sure as hell didn’t feel good most especially when they throw names at you. How dare that stupid guy call me a slut? He could f*uk himself. At one point, I wanted to fight back but I knew that would only put me in a position where it would make matters worse and I could simply appear like the ultimate villain, fighting off the people that were so invested in Dimitris’s love life with Claudine.
I got the fact that sure the woman was gorgeous, though I had to begrudgingly admit that, she also was the perfect candidate for Dimitris because she could very well tolerate all of his nuttiness and inferiorities. When they started dating, everything had been captured under the spotlight since Dimitris always took her to these large events that lured the media. While, I, on the other hand, had a relationship with him without the glamor of that hype. We never got the chance to. And the instances that he did ask, I was always reluctant to go with him. I wasn’t sure why but I was comfortable the way we were. There was no need to flaunt our relationship to anyone, or no point in trying to prove that we loved each other. To me, all that mattered was that we both knew that we cared for one another—that we’re both willing to move heaven and hell to be together. Knowing he and I had that, I sure didn’t feel the need to throw that into the media so Claudine could sulk in it.
But after this traumatizing incident, it made me wonder if I had made the wrong decision into making our relationship private.
Once I got back to the villa, I immediately sought the bedroom, barely greeting Thea before I sunk into bed before letting my tears go. Their questions were hurtful. Not one—not even one—had anything nice to say to me. Rotten bastards!