The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 11

The gentle knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I was getting ready to face the sun that was about to strike my poor eyes. But it didn't. I slowly opened it and saw the sunlight hidden behind the window curtain. I pulled the blanket and swung my legs to the side to get out of bed. I walked towards the bedroom door, rubbing my hair to tidy up the tangles.

I opened the door and saw Samara grinning.

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted me.

"Samara, call me Juliet," I said, giving her a small smile. "What time is it?"

"It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not mad at me for waking you up" he said, looking at me nervously.

I let out a small laugh. "It's okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And Lord, have I slept that long?"

"You must be very tired. Your friend said you slept at three in the morning."

"Yes, I can't sleep. But either way, you call me for breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said and I raised an eyebrow at him. Realizing his mistake, he immediately corrected himself.

"J-Juliet, yes Juliet."

"Good," I said. "Is my dad and uh... Ethan's gonna be there?"

"No, they can't be there to have breakfast with you. Mr. Jenson has gone to work in his office and Mr. Evans has left for Marseille at five."

"Oh," I said, inwardly celebrating the pleasure of Ethan's absence. I hope he stays there as long as I stay here. I already know how much I would enjoy the days without seeing his face. I was surprised to see how I didn't like it.

Shaking my head to get thoughts of him out of my head, I smiled at Samara and told her that I would be there. I closed the door and walked into a very large bathroom. There is a toothbrush and toothpaste. After brushing my teeth and tidying my hair, I walked down the stairs that led to the kitchen next to him. I immediately saw a lot of chefs, about four or five people, who were working on an elaborate breakfast for us. At the sight of me, one of the cooks who was working on something on the stove, straightened up and gave me a charming smile.

"Hello, Miss Jenson. Good mornin. Mrs Jenson and your friend are waiting for you."

"You all make me feel like the least punctual person here" I said. And you all treat me like a noble. And it made me realize that I didn't deserve any of this. And guilt was eating away at my life and I couldn't even correct myself.

"Uhm... I'm sorry, Mom. I don't mean to make you feel that way."

"Call me Juliet, please," I said, staring at the other chefs watching me. "And yes, I'd like to say that you're really great at whatever you do. You all have amazing culinary abilities" I praise them.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Juliet," I corrected him.

He looks uncomfortable. "I think Mrs. Jenson won't like it."

"Oh come on, it's okay."

"O-okay," she stuttered and I chuckled.

"See you later!" I said cheerfully. The smile on my face expands when I see their dumbfounded expressions. Juliet didn't do that. Damnit.

"Um. continue your work," I said as I was, and quickly slipped out of the kitchen.

"Julie!" I heard Olivia calling me and I looked back to see her sitting at the table.

I approached, sitting next to him.

"Where's my mom?" I whispered to him and I saw a faint smile on his face when he heard me calling Mrs. Jenson, my mother. I turned my eyeballs towards him.

"He just left. Apparently, you take a lot of time to get ready and he has business to get done. He said he'd join us in an hour. Our shopping trip is postponed until tomorrow. Mrs. Jenson told me that we're going to do a spa today. We have to look at ourselves. We look like shit."

I scrunched my forehead before staring at myself and then looked back at him. "No, we're not like that. We look normal."

"Whatever. To them, we look like shit" Olivia chimed in. "She told me that she was restricting others from getting into her mall. We have the whole mall to ourselves where we can get the goods from the top designers! Giorgio Armani, Gucci, Chanel, Ralph Lauren, Louis Vuitton, Givenchy, Zuhair Murad, Prada, Jimmy Choo, Christian Dior, Versace! I want this to last forever!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide open and his mouth open. I'm pretty sure my face is similar to his now. He leaned back in his chair, rearranging his facial expression. "He's the owner of this mall. So, it's not hard to make the whole mall empty. And he's doing this so you, Juliet feel comfortable," he said, staring at the table, "He must love his daughter very much."

"I don't know what to say" I murmured.

At that moment, the waiters came out with our breakfast. My stomach was rumbling as I smelled the delicious smell of food. A plate of apple pie oatmeal, chocolate waffles, chocolate crepes, and apple sauce pancakes was placed in front of Olivia, giving her a variety of breakfast options to choose from. My mouth was watering when I saw it.

But then I saw something really terrible. In front of me, there was cold cereal, yogurt, fruit salad, a glass of low-fat milk and plain water. I stared at the dish in front of Olivia and me.

"I'm sure it's for you" I said as I pushed a plate filled with salad and cereal towards him.

"Nuh uh," said Olivia, her mouth was already full of waffles. "The healthy is for you and this," he said, pointing to the food heaven lying before him, "for me."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who said I'd eat this?"

"Your mother. Juliet, I mean you, is completely health crazy and does not eat unhealthy food. Juliet spends two hours every day at the gym. He mostly survives with salad and water. And you have to do the same thing, unfortunately."

I shake my head at him. "There's no way I'm gonna do this. I can't do this! Not likely. Look, I can survive for hours without food, but when I have to eat, I have to eat something I like and not like a pet. Salad and water? What is he, a cow?"

"But-"

"I don't want to hear anything you say to me" I said, snatching a plate of chocolate crepes from him and feeding it into the mouth in anger.

"At least don't eat like a pig. You have to be fancy and classy" she said, munching on her chocolate waffles and straightening her shoulders.

"I will act as I want. And I hate you for doing this to me. I know I'll regret it. You are the worst friend you can have" I exclaimed, pointing a finger at him.

"Relax, son. What got into you? Do you think they'll believe you if you tell me who you really are? Nah! They won't believe it. So please just accept it and go for it for now. I know we can't stay here forever. But please, for now can you act like Juliet? I promise we'll try to get out of here."

I rubbed my hands against my face and pulled my hair. "I don't know what to do. What if we get caught? Everyone here treats me as if I were the most important person in this whole world and I don't like it because I know I don't deserve this and none of this is meant for me."

I felt his hand squeezing my shoulder. "Julie, relax. I know this is not normal and it weighs heavily on you, your attention and everything. But seriously, trust me and I promise I'll try to get us out of here" he pulled his hand back. "But for now, just enjoy it because you'll never experience this again. And then you'll regret worrying about what happens next, rather than enjoying the moment. You're gonna stop worrying about this, right?"

I looked at him, studying his features. His black hair was slightly damp, probably from a shower, flowing down his back like a river. His deep brown eyes looked at me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at me anxiously. He had changed into a black jeans and a simple white shirt.

He grinned at me and went back to his food.

"By the way, why were you soaking wet last night? You didn't say anything when I asked," Olivia said after a while, while pointing her fork at me in an accusatory tone.

My grip on the glass of water I held in my hand tightened as I recalled last night's incident. "I was pushed into the pool" I exclaimed.

"Who pushed you?" Olivia asked, pushing a stray stray stray strand of her hair from her face.

"Ethan Evans!" I said through gritted teeth, his name leaving a residual unpleasant taste in my mouth. "I hate that guy."

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "He pushed you into the pool? What, she wants to swim with you?" He grinned, wiggling his brows teasingly.

I just glared at him. "I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but Ethan has made it clear that he hates me, more specifically he hates Juliet, and that means she thinks I'm Juliet so she hates me. And I don't know why you think he wants to swim with me."

"What exactly made him do that?"

"He did it for revenge. He fell into the pool because of me, on the day I woke up here. But it was very immature for him. He was twenty-three years old but he obviously did not behave like that. Any other man would say it's okay if I apologized, and I would. But he was so jerkish that I felt there was no point apologizing to him. Do you know how cold the water is? It's cold."

"Oh," that's all Olivia said. "So what are you going to do?"

"He's acting like a kid, doesn't mean I'm going to act the same way to him. I'm more mature than that. Anyway, I don't want to make him do worse than this. I'll let it go" I said as I devoured the delicious pancakes. I didn't know that rich people eat food like this. Of course this is more delicious than regular pancakes because it is made by a very talented chef. I thought they ate rich people's food, like caviar? Or they survive on fat-free foods like salads and plain water to maintain their weight. Oh, I never knew how these billionaires lived.

Fortunately Mrs. Jenson didn't show up until I finished breakfast and took a shower, and I was already wearing comfortable dark blue jeans and a pink top, which Samara kindly delivered for me.

"Are you ready, boys?" Mrs Jenson's cheerful voice drew my attention to her.

"Yes, Mrs Jenson," replied Olivia enthusiastically.

"good. I think Juliet's gonna take all day."

"I'm not very punctual" I whined.

"You really are. Not very timely. I remember one time when we had to go to a school event where you were required to attend and you didn't want to come, it took you about four hours to get ready and the school had to postpone the show for five hours."

"Um.. i-i..." I'm stalled.

"Oh, now that Juliet has come, we must not waste time and continue our plans today" Olivia said.

"Oh yeah, I've called a masseuse, and basically everyone is good at makeup. So, we'll start with your hair. They'll wash it, condition it, maybe color it if you want. Then you will be waxed and shaved, after which you will get a manicure and pedicure. Then they will move on to your face. Face masks, scrubs and all the usual things you do. Your eyes are also puffy and do not look beautiful so you will relax afterwards with cucumber slices in your eyes. Then you will undergo a full-body massage that will relieve you of the stress you may have experienced over the past few days. And end with a warm bath for as long as you want. And of course, Olivia will experience the same thing," Mrs Jenson finished, looking at us.

"Wow," Olivia sighed while looking at the woman.

"Um.. I seem to be spoiled for following America's Next Top Model" I joked.

"You're going to be a great model" Ms. Jensen. "It's a shame you hate models and models."

"So when are we going to start?" I asked. To be honest, I don't know what to think about this. I was treated like a princess and the in-house spa I was going to live in these few minutes was just incredible, sounding like a beauty treatment that a model does every day.

Although I usually don't like beauty-related things, this time I was a little excited to know what I was going to live with today.

"I've hired a few people who work at Netflix and Chill spas. They'll be here any minute" she continued. Jensen.

"What's? Netflix and Chill? I know that spa. It was the biggest and most popular spa!" Olivia.

"Netflix and Chill? His name was already visible***," I was silent.

Madame Jenson gasped. "Juliet! I-i know. Just understand the name of this spa literally. Literally just your Netflix Chill. No dirty business whatsoever."

"That's weird. No wonder this place is so popular. Probably, a lot of customers come to the wrong place because they don't take their name literally" I said.

"Or maybe the spa owner doesn't know what Netflix means to you Chill" Olivia added with a laugh. "Or they know and they just know what to do to attract customers."

"Maybe," I agreed with a small laugh. Madam Jenson laughed and shook her head towards us.

"Come, we should go to our private salon."

"Where?" Olivia asked.

"Near the pool, next to our clubhouse and theater," he replied, and Olivia said, "Damn, the car is full" to me when Mrs Jenson was not looking.

***

"Your hair is so broken!" Rosie exclaimed as she looked at my eyes in the mirror with a horrified expression on her face while holding a bundle of my hair in her hands. "Your hair is branched and your hair is very coarse and unkempt."

Rosie, the hairdresser at one of the salons called to remodel my hair, took off my hair and I frowned at her. It's not that bad and he's totally overrated.

"We have to cut it short and maybe color it, if you want. We'll wash it first then shampoo it and condition it. I'll make it soft and beautiful, don't worry" she said, a big smile on her face.

Olivia sat right across the room. Some workers from other salons were styling her hair while adding blond highlights to her brown hair.

An hour later, my hair was done styled with a layered cut. I refuse to dye my hair so they just wash and dry my hair. Olivia looks different, in a good way and she also likes her new look.

The whole day was spent on remodeling our performances. Despite telling them that I had shaved, I was forced to wax. In fact, I was also bikini waxing which was very awkward for me because I was never completely naked in front of other people. I was very conscious of my body, but they told me to relax which I didn't actually follow because I couldn't. I was so relieved when it was over because I had embarrassed myself when they were waxing, by shouting out loud as I felt my hair being plucked from the roots.

Manicures and pedicures followed and I couldn't help but stare at my long, beautifully painted nails. Then they worked on my face. I let them do whatever they want. They applied a wide variety of creams and masks on my face, allowed it to dry for about twenty minutes and then washed it off. They smoothed my eyebrows and put some sort of moisturizer on my arms and legs. I felt tired after that because we had spent almost three hours doing that. So I was very happy when we were left alone in a room with cucumber slices in my eyes. I was completely asleep and only woke up when someone pulled that cold cucumber out of my eyes. I realized that I had been asleep for forty-five minutes.

This is followed by a full body massage by a masseuse and unfortunately, it feels very pleasant. And after that I sat in the tub, with the water temperature slightly warmer than it should have been. But it feels so good. I sat in a warm bath for about half an hour, half asleep, and composed and soothing music.

The day ended with a delicious dinner.

I didn't know that a makeover would be so exhausting, but at the end of the day, I felt tired and could feel sleepiness controlling me. So I immediately said good night to everyone and curled up into a warm, thick blanket, on a rocking bed and allowed my eyes to shut on their own.