The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 12

"One word only; beautiful. It's beautiful" I whispered, my voice barely coming out of my lips as I enjoyed the view in front of me, where I would stay as long as I stayed in this mansion.

"So, you like it?" Mrs Jenson asked and I could almost hear the doubt and nervousness in her voice. It almost made me want to cry seeing the old woman nervous and anxious to find out if I liked her or not.

I shake my head at him. "I don't like it, I like it," I corrected, beaming at him, "Mom," I added. I love how it sounds when I say it. I miss my mom.

Jenson's mother surprised me by stepping up to me and hugging me tightly.

"I'm so glad you're back" she whispered, stroking my hair. "I miss you so much" she said, pulling myself up and cupping my cheek before kissing my forehead. My heart warmed because of her maternal affection and although she was not my biological mother, I felt happy. I hugged her back and we stayed that way for a very long time before Olivia walked into the room, cough to grab our attention and we pull ourselves up to see him standing in the doorway awkwardly.

"Hey, come on in," my mother gestured to Olivia and she stepped inside the room, her eyes wide and her mouth almost forming an "o". "How's the room?"

"It's so beautiful" whispered Olivia, saying what I said. Because my room is like that. Is beautiful.

My room is huge. It was bigger than the room I had been in before. About twice as big as my old apartment. The room is decorated in a combination of white and pink with fine white marble tiles and a purple-white design on one of its walls. Pink is not my favorite color, but I don't complain. I also have no right to complain, because I don't have any of this. I prefer blue and black. Black, if I had to choose between the two. But those colors will not look cheerful to the room, if any, it will be sad to see.

There was a large closet booth in my bedroom that was larger than my bedroom in my old apartment. The closet has all the large compartments to store clothes with a large mirror with a table next to it. This cabinet has a large wall-mounted shoe rack, which I believe can fit more than a hundred pairs of shoes. The entire interior of the closet is also decorated in pink, which I think is a bit extreme. Too much pink, but it's okay, I have no right to complain, I remind myself.

In the spacious bedroom there is a large queen-sized bed with a white pillowcase and a large pink blanket. Just above it was a large hanging chandelier and the wall behind my bed had a simple design of pink flowers and green twigs. Many books were stacked on the shelves and when I asked Mrs. Jenson about it, she told me that she remembers how I like to read. It seems Juliet and I have something in common. I think we are very different.

On the right is a table with drawers. A sleek black and gold Luvaglio laptop, a Black Diamond iPhone and headphones were placed on it. Looking at the iPhone reminds me of my own phone. I immediately felt relieved because I was smart enough to enter a password on my phone. When I asked, Mrs Jenson told me that my phone was securely placed in one of the drawers and though she told me that now I have a Black Diamond iPhone, I have a Black Diamond, I still want to use my little phone.

It was the first item I bought with my own money and I am quite proud of myself. I can't just throw away the phone I bought with my own hard-earned money. The phone has a lot of sentimental value to me. It reminded me how much I had become independent and there was no way I would let go. It was one of my priceless possessions, other than my mother's necklace and my father's safe watch in my closet, locked inside a black box in my small, old apartment. I let out a breath. I wish I could get it someday. I don't know how long I'll be here between this elegance and skill.

"That's great! I'm so glad you both love it! I want everything to be perfect for my little daughter" said Ms. Jenson was loving.

I smiled broadly at her and Olivia.

"I have a lot of plans for today. We're going to be shopping for clothes for you and Olivia and it's going to take a lot of time because we have to shop for shoes, dresses, make up, bags, perfumes, and a lot of things. All your choices, Juliet!" Madame Jenson exclaimed. "We'd better start early. I've been shutting down this mall for eight hours and the general public is banned from entering the mall today. I'm doing it all for you so you don't feel uncomfortable." Could this be happening? Everything closed to us for eight hours?

I just stared at him as he explained what we were going to do. This woman, right in front of me, is the most incredible mother for Juliet. He did so much for his daughter. I was very surprised. He really treated his daughter like a little princess. That's natural. He's been away from Juliet for two years. And he still hasn't met her. I'm just someone she thinks is Juliet.

"And what about the paparazzi, Mrs Jenson?" Olivia's question took me back to the present and I stared at her.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I've taken care of it. I can understand that after two long years, Juliet is definitely not ready to face the camera. So I have made sure that the entrance and exit of the store are guarded strictly," he said with an enthusiastic smile. "Nobody knows that we've found Juliet."

"Oh, that's great" replied Olivia.

"Then, we should leave immediately. I'm ready to let my personal shopper choose clothes for you, but you want to choose them yourself so we don't have to waste time" she said.

"Yes, come on," said Olivia before hooking my arm with her arm and dragging me out the door.

We were ready, taking a shower, changing clothes and having a heavy breakfast before I was ushered into the room and now we're all going shopping for Olivia and me.

"Where are we going to shop?" I heard Olivia ask my mother while excitedly wearing a pair of light blue shoes. I was given the same thing. "I mean, where's the mall?"

"Mal Aventura," Madame Jenson replied with a smile. "Nearly twenty minutes drive from here."

"Geez!" Olivia exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement. "Aventura?! Like in Aventura?!" Olivia asked.

My mother looked at him with amusement. "Yes. Just like in Aventura."

"I've been there" Olivia said. "But it went straight away as soon as I came upon seeing the price tag," he muttered in the end, not intending for Madame Jenson to hear it, and fortunately she did not hear it. But I heard it, so I laughed.

We got out of the mansion where three beautiful cars had been waiting for us. I gasped at that sight.

One is the black Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero, the other is the silver Aston Martin One-77 and the third is the Bugatti Veyron.

"Do we need all three?" I asked. Will we use our own car to drive it?!

"Yes, of course. We're three, so we obviously need three cars. Now come on, you guys. Have you ever seen these cars?" Never been.

We stepped into the car, Olivia and I wanted to sit in the same car, the black beauty, Mercedes-Benz.

I got there first and I jumped into the back seat of the car, giggling when I heard Olivia groan.

"Juliet, will you use an Aston Martin?" He asked sweetly.

"Of course not, Olivia," I replied, grinning at her. He looked at me wryly.

"Oh, come on, Julie," she whispered. "Let me sit in this car!"

"Can't, Miss. And did you forget? I'm Juliet Jenson, the daughter of a billionaire," I said as I shrugged and pretended to look at her.

"Huh? More like an inauthentic billionaire's daughter," she sneered before walking away after looking at me sharply. I laughed at her.

A man in a black suit and a black suit with a white shirt behind him came up to me and closed the door for me before walking around the car and into the driver's seat.

I rolled up the dark window, and saw Olivia walk into Aston Martin and Mrs Jenson inside the Bugatti Veyron. I smiled to myself. My life has turned crazy, yet beautiful.

We reached the mall in about thirty minutes. As promised, the entrance was heavily guarded. I saw a crowd of reporters crowded the entrance. When our car got into the mall parking lot, I saw their attention turn to us. They couldn't get in and we got out of the car, invisible to the people outside, at the entrance. Apparently they had heard that the mall was going to be closed for a few hours and it had never happened for two years, so they were curious what was going on.

"Juliet, baby. This way," I heard Mrs. Jenson said to me and I turned to her. She gestured for me to follow her and I followed her with Olivia. As we entered the mall, the first thing I noticed was its bright and cheerful interior.

Aventura is one of the most expensive shopping malls in New York with luxurious de la Renta furniture and rock walls. It was a mall covering almost a hundred thousand square feet. The mall has magnificent catwalks such as shoe displays, a luxurious VIP dressing area, and outstanding jewelry exhibits. I've never set foot in a mall in my entire life. It was the first time and I was amazed to be there, the whole place was shouting money and elegance, when I wasn't.

"Take whatever you want, Juliet and Olivia. I'll be in another section looking for clothes for myself" Mrs Jenson said. "This feels very strange. Usually, my personal shopper is shopping for me. The last time I shopped for myself was probably a few years ago," he mused. I saw some women approaching us. They greeted us with a beautiful smile.

"What do you want to buy? We have an awesome new women's summer collection and a wide selection of shoes, bags and jewelry that are no less interesting" one of them said.

"Show me some pretty and expensive party dresses. There are many events to come, "mrs. Jensen. "As for these young women," she said, pointing at us, "Just give them whatever they want. Fashion choices for young women have changed a lot," she said, shaking her head, "I don't know what they like right now."

"Alright, Mom. We'll show you some dresses. Please follow me," one of them stepped forward. Madam Jenson nodded.

"As much as you like" he replied. "Thirty, forty. Don't mind the price. Never look at it. Juliet definitely didn't and ended up choosing about fifty dresses at once."

My mouth is open. Damn, rich brat! Who would leave a life like this for silly reasons like refusing to buy your love? Stupid, stupid Juliet.

"Uh-uhm .. well," Olivia stammered, of course not expecting the answer Mrs Jenson gave. When we both went shopping, we rarely bought more than two dresses. And Mrs Jenson, very calmly, as if she was telling us that we could buy fifty sweets, told us that we could buy fifty dresses, shoes, and bags. This is so crazy.

Mrs Jenson left us both with two women who worked at the mall. They asked us to follow them and we did. They took us to the first floor of the mall which was the clothing section. I look around. There's no one there. I've never seen a deserted mall out of life. It was as if the zombie apocalypse had wiped out the human population on Earth and only we were left alive. I laughed in my heart. I always imagined what I would do if I were the only survivor on Earth. I would probably rob the mall, wear all the expensive clothes I couldn't afford, eat all the food in the mall. Maybe play paintball with Olivia if she lives with me. That would be so much fun.

My imagination came to a halt when I realized that we had stopped walking. I looked around and saw that we had entered a shop. "I'm Farah, it's Diana and Lucy" Farah said as she pointed to the other two women beside her. "Mrs Jenson told me to show you everything in our store, and we're sure you'll love it all. After all, it's all sourced from top brands, right off the runway for parties, events, and more. I'm guessing we should start with the party outfits because Mrs Jenson had previously called us and told us about your visit and your schedule for the day. We are here to help you get everything you need, from casual wear, party dresses, handbags and shoes to make up, skin care products and much more," he said in one breath.

"OK," I said, getting impatient to see all those dresses. I can't believe this could happen.

"This is our party fashion collection from Jovani, Ralph Lauren, Faviana, Terani Couture, Versace, Prada, Giorgio Armani, Gucci and many more. I'm at the counter if you need me," Farah said as she pointed at the large counter at the entrance of the store labeled 'Party in Style'. "I'll always be ready to help you at any time. Diana and Lucy will show you some of our most beautiful dresses. Have fun!" With that, Farah gave us a big smile before walking to the counter where she placed herself among the luxury counters and immersed herself in her work. I stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Juliet! How's this dress?" I heard Olivia say and I turned to see her pointing to a black nightgown without a string hanging on the hanger, with a beautiful pattern around the neckline and thigh-high hemisphere, she said, the one Lucy held for us to see.

"It's so pretty" I said honestly, looking at her like a child staring at candy.

"I know, right?" He said with great enthusiasm. "Why don't you pick some dresses for yourself?" Said.

"Uhm..all right," I said. Diana smiled at me as she held up two equally amazing dresses for me.

"I think it's going to look pretty to you" she said, and I stepped closer to inspect the outfit. One was a wine-red halter dress and the other was a white sleeveless metallic dress.

"I love this," I said as I watched closely. My fingers rubbed the cloth of the wine-colored dress before it froze around its price tag.

$5,700?!

What the fuck?! A very pretty and sexy metallic dress that looks like it just came out of the runway is on sale for $5,700?! Oh God!

Only one party dress costs this much! And Juliet used to buy a lot of dresses like that. That means... My God, he must have spent nearly a million dollars shopping?

My attention was on Olivia who was looking through some dresses, but I saw her eyes widen and looked straight at me.

Holy hooch! I saw him say the words to me. $2,200?!

What did you expect? $22? I scoffed at his mouth. That woman is a billionaire!

Damnit damnit! I understand what he's saying. And that's why we're friends. We understand each other in a way that no one else can. If someone happened to see our silent conversation, they would think we were retarded.

Olivia shrugged her shoulders. We're not gonna pay for it. He said, which I only returned with a sharp look. What's?! They wouldn't care about that anyway. They would not even realize the one or two million dollars lost among their hundreds of billions of fortunes. He defends. Think of this as compensation on their part for kidnapping us. And that doesn't mean we'll bring all this when they find out the truth, even though I'd love to keep the dress... He's lagging.

Olivia! I scolded her.

God, I'm just kidding, you holy man. He said, muttering something at the end of a sentence that I could not catch.

Shaking my head, I returned to the dresses. It seems I have some, yes actually a lot of that I have to buy, ranging from dresses, bags, shoes, accessories, make up, underwear, bikini, casual clothes to pajamas. At least that's what he wanted me to buy.

***

I plopped into bed, reappeared and slumped down a bit because the bed was so soft, and it was so comfortable that when my head touched the pillow and my body hugged the soft blanket, I wanted nothing more than to curl up like a ball with a blanket wrapped around my body and sleep as if there was no tomorrow. I'm so tired.

I never thought that shopping would take a lot of energy and time to this day. We've been at the mall for over four hours. It felt like I was shopping for my wedding, or shopping as if I had no clothes at all at home. The life of a billionaire's daughter must be frustrating and exhausting. I can't help but sympathize with Juliet. Doing this occasionally will make me die. I would be crazy if I was in Juliet's position. Or angry at the slightest provocation. Juliet doesn't look like a bitch at all. If anything, she was strong to cope with the pressure of being the daughter of someone so famous and rich. And he was only eighteen when he escaped. He is very young and he can handle this very well. I don't know him very well, I don't even know how he looks, but I hope he'll be back to his parents soon. Even if it means our lies will be discovered and we will be expelled. There is nothing worse than having to live the experience of life without children. And there is nothing more heartbreaking than living without their own parents. I understand that very well.

I sighed, covering my face with my hands. I wear comfortable shorts and a tank top. The clothes were minimal but suitable for sleeping. After all, no one would see me in this outfit here. Looking up at the ceiling, I remembered the events of today.

Together, we almost chose about thirty dresses, all very expensive, and of course beautiful. Then we moved on to the casual wear section where we had bought a lot of jeans, tops and shorts. After that we moved to the make up section where Ms. Jenson was also present, trying new eyeliner from several make up brands. We almost bought the entire store. Then we moved to the bag section, looking through every brand of bag and clutch to match our clothes. Olivia's favorite was a shoe store where we bought lots of shoes, stilettos, which were very hard to walk, and flat shoes and flip-flops too. We've felt enough for the day and are so tired, I just want to sleep now.

At dinner, we were treated to a delicious meal in front of us.

Thankfully, I was not given any more beef.

Although my happiness only lasted a little while when Mr. Jenson announced that Ethan would be returning from Marseille tonight or maybe tomorrow morning if he missed his flight due to being late for some meetings that took hoursthe clock. Quietly, I wish he would miss every flight back to New York and stay in Marseille for as long as I am here.

After that I was shown my wardrobe which is now full of clothes, shoes and bags that we buy today. Her wardrobe was huge and I saw a long row of clothes stacked neatly on the hangers in amazement. The shoes were on a big shoe rack, which was surprising because I doubted that they would fit half of the shoes we bought. Make up and cream products are on the dressing table that has an oval-shaped mirror.

Now I've been here, at 11:34 p.m., completely exhausted, after a warm bath and a long, tiring day. I was already in my bed, laying down with my arms and legs spread out as wide as possible. I swung my arms and legs over the bed, as people do over the snow, enjoying the soft, smooth fabric beneath me.

Everyone was asleep and I wanted to do the same. Just one problem, I was too tired to turn off the lights and take a blanket over my body, and I didn't want to call Samara to do it for me. I feel very lazy.

Nonetheless, I reluctantly woke up after trying hard. I went downstairs, urinated, drank water, went back upstairs, kicked the bedroom door behind me. I turned off the lights, pulled the rubber band and rubbed it, while slightly massaging my head. I immediately jumped onto my bed, pulled the blanket over me while sticking my toes out of the blanket because I liked to do that for some reason.

When my head touched the pillow, sleep covered me and my eyes immediately closed by themselves.

***

It felt like hours had passed. I was very tired but I could not sleep as deeply as usual. I was half asleep. In the back of my mind, I was aware of the surroundings. I could hear a faint, almost inaudible sound from the ticking second hand, from the alarm clock located above the nightstand. So silent. It was too quiet, as if I had woken up in the middle of the night, but at the same time was asleep.

I close my face deeper into something soft. I found myself trying to remember an event. Something that didn't happen, but I saw it happen. Suddenly, some hazy images flashed behind my eyes. Someone is crying. In an instant, I knew it was me. I try to understand what I just saw. It doesn't feel real. After a while of trying, I gave up on recalling the images in my head. No matter where they came from, it didn't feel like it was happening at all.

A few minutes must have passed. I was still aware that my eyes were still tightly closed, as if I could not open them, or better, did not want to open them. I heard the sound of a dog barking somewhere outside.

Somewhere in the background, I heard something squeaking quietly on the floor. I dismissed it as some sort of sound caused by the wind. Then I heard a slower thud. They were getting closer, a pause, and I felt something dipping next to me, pulling me down a little. I felt a weight on my waist, something warm coiling around me.

I didn't have enough time to think about it, because as soon as I felt something enveloping my open waist skin, I jolted backwards in an instant. I felt my back hit something hard and just as warm as the thing attached to my waist. My eyes widened in fear, causing me to wake up completely at that moment.

I froze as warm air flowed down my neck, giving me goosebumps. Something moved behind me as I felt something cold touch the back of my neck. The load around my waist tightened and I gasped slowly.

Someone was in my bed, right behind me, inhaling my neck and I was only two seconds away from screaming and having a bowel movement.