Chapter 52. Racheal Confronts Thalia

“I already have a dress for the party.” Racheal said, looking at the large garment rack between her and the beauty team. “I don't need a dress, thank you.”

“They are all paid for already, ma'am.” The leader of the team said.

“What?” Racheal looked at them in disbelief. 

This was not how it worked. She should have been given the option to pick a dress from the bunch, and they would have returned the rest. 

Looking at the garment rack that held at least thirty fancy dresses, she wondered what the president wanted? Why was he suddenly being so generous?

“I'd still like to wear my dress.” She said. 

The beauty team leader shrugged and pushed the hanger aside. Her maids began to transfer the dresses to her closet, as the team went to work. 

They buffed her nails and scrubbed her feet. Scrubbed her skin and masked up her face, trimmed her hair an inch so they could better style it. 

They were in her suite all day. By late n