The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 3

"You sure he lives here?" Olivia asked, looking around us to see if anyone was there. We're outside Ashley's house. It was 11:39 p.m. Half of our faces were covered in black scarves. We could easily be considered thieves. I just hope we're not caught.

"Positive" I whispered to him. He nodded and stepped forward.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked while pulling him back.

"Log in, of course. How can we take revenge without entering?" He asked in a 'duh' tone'.

"We can't get in through the gate. What if we get caught?"

"There's no other way to get in than through the gate."

"Follow me," I said.

I circled the house in search of an easy entrance. But I didn't find it. The whole house is surrounded by high walls. The walls weren't too high so maybe we could climb them.

"We have to climb up" I said and turned to find Olivia staring at me in horror.

"Maybe I didn't tell you, but I'm afraid of heights." He was silent for a moment.

"I know, but come on, it's not too high. You're not gonna die."

"Cannot be. I don't like ending up in the hospital because of your stupid revenge plan. Thank you very much" he said, raising both his hands up and backing away from me.

"Liv, please. You can't back off! I promise you won't get hurt. Please," I beg.

"No. It won't happen."

"Oh, come on."

"No," he said firmly.

"I'll pay for your food for an entire week" I tried to convince her.

"Attractive but not."

"I'll finish your homework and help you with your exams."

"Oh, please, I won't fail."

"I'll clean your house, even the toilet for a month! Please!"

"Hmm," he pondered, considering whether to accept the offer or not. "Alright, but stick to your word."

"Always, always will! Now come!"

I dragged him towards the wall and gave him a push. To my surprise, he easily climbed the wall.

"Don't look down!" I whispered to him so he wouldn't do it and fell down. That wouldn't be good for my plan.

After he got to the other side safely, I started climbing. I put my hand on the wall and pushed myself up. I swung my foot through the wall. But my clumsy legs slipped out of the ledges and before I knew it, I had managed to set my feet on the ground. Which of course means I fell from a two-meter-high wall. Real nice.

I saw Olivia beside me and she was secretly trembling with laughter.

"Silent. Come on," I snapped, staring at him as I cleaned my jeans out of the dirt.

He finally shut up and followed me. I'll find Ashley's room soon. He was there, fortunately sleeping.

I quietly opened the window of his room. Thankfully the window was unlocked, otherwise we would have been in vain to come here. As I opened the window wider, a cool night air blew into the room and the woman****** the sleeping one was moving a little.

I carefully put my foot into the room through the window and managed to get inside without causing any noise. I could be a great thief.

"Come in" I whispered to Olivia. He bit his lips.

"No. Go ahead. Do what you want. I'll check if anyone's here or not. That way I can tell you."

"All right," I said. What a ridiculous reason. I know he's afraid we'll get caught. But anyway I can do the job myself.

I pulled out my gunting. No, I'm not gonna kill him. At least not yet. No, I'm not a fool. And if I wanted to, I'd have a nice, shiny, sharp knife and not scissors.

I tiptoed to his bed. He lay on the bed, one leg on top and the other leg sliding down the bed. She was wearing a short nightgown. Her hair was wildly severed on her face. In short, she looked like a cavewoman at the moment.

Someone told me that hair is as important to women as oxygen. I grinned evilly.

I am not that kind of woman. I don't care if someone shaves my hair. But I'm sure not all women are like me. And especially not the queen bee, Ashley.

I took out a bundle of her hair and with a quick scissor move, I cut it. I did the same with her long and beautiful hair. I cut it at random.

When I was done with my work and ready to go, I noticed a beautiful purple dress located next to her wardrobe.

I admired the intricate design details in the dress and sighed. This pretty dress is not worth Ashley's wearing. Once again I took my beloved scissors and cut them into pieces.

Then I saw her makeup kit lying on the dresser. I grinned. It's getting better for longer. I floated my hand over the makeup kit, deciding what I should use to apply makeup. I finally took her red lipstick.

I carefully approached her and gently began to draw on her face. I applied red lipstick all over her eyes and nose. I rubbed it on her cheek to make it look like a blush and ended up rubbing it on her lips to resemble the Joker makeup in The Dark Knight.

When I finished, I threw the lipstick onto her bed. I slapped my mouth with my hand to refrain from laughing. I immediately jumped towards the window as I heard his moans again.

I came out of his room through the window. Olivia was watching me. He looked like he was constipated, but he was actually just trying hard not to laugh.

"Come," I said and grabbed her hand.

We have to climb the wall again. What I did for Ashley.

I managed to climb the wall and land safely on the ground, without letting my entire body smell the ground again. We walked away from his house.

"What you did was really evil!" Olivia laughs.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see his reaction" I said.

"Yes, I want to see it too. But it was one of those sexy dresses she had."

"Well, there's no more now."

He's laughing a little. "Yes, speaking of dresses, do you have a dress for the party?" Olivia asked. My God, why is he so excited about the party?

"I know that. So I loan you my dress and you'll wear it to the party. No questions, no thanks, and no "you're the savior, Liv" because I know I'm amazing."

I turned my eyeballs towards him. Lost my hope.

"I wasn't invited to the party. Then I will definitely be late. And I don't want to do that" I tried again.

"No, no, no. I've already dealt with it. I told my friend that you'd come too and he wouldn't mind."

I let out a breath. Whatever happens, I have to go.

"okay."

My eyes opened and looked at the familiar surroundings of my room. But there's too much light here. I immediately closed my eyes again, an irresistible amount of light. I blinked a few times and my eyes adjusted to the light.

I tried to remember what happened and the day before it exploded into consciousness. It was Saturday.

I rolled over, eager to feel the soft mattress on my back, but I was only greeted by the air.

"Well!" I screamed as I fell out of bed on my back. I'll get up soon.

My back hurts. My eyes drifted towards the clock on the bedside table and my eyes widened in shock. It was nine in the morning.

What happened to my 5am wake-up policy?

I have to be in the cafe before ten!

I immediately picked up my clothes and towel and went to the restroom. I immediately brushed my teeth, eliminating my bad breath in the morning. I immediately took a shower and made toast and omelet.

After breakfast, I took my bag and locked my apartment. I walk to the cafe.

When I opened the door of the cafe, Mrs Odin smiled kindly at me. Olivia was sipping her favorite cold coffee and she looked up and smiled at me. I returned his smile.

"Why are you two still up early on this lazy Saturday morning?" Odin's mother asked us. He held a magazine in his hand and looked at us from behind his big round glasses.

"There's nothing. We want to help you with the work at the cafe" Olivia replied too quickly and Lady Odin squinted her eyes at him. Olivia was never on time, and I was. I who came early on a lazy Saturday morning was no surprise. However, Olivia who arrived early on a lazy Saturday morning was not normal.

"Shed," he commanded. Olivia smiled shyly and shook her head. "It's okay, Mrs Odin. We just want to help you. I mean, with your old age, it's amazing how you manage this cafe so well."

"Alright," Madame Odin rubbed her palms together. "Enough with the explanation. Now you," Mrs Odin pointed at me, "tell me. Do you want a date or something? Don't shy. Tell me who he is." He pinched my cheek. "Is she sweet like you? Come on, don't be shy."

"It's nothing. Olivia wanted to attend her friend's stupid party and she took me in" I said.

"And you two want to go early for it." Mrs Odin said, complete the story for me.

"Yes" I agree. Please, Mrs Odin, don't say yes. Say no.

"alright. You two can have nights and Sundays off" he said. In the end nothing happened as I expected. It was incredible. "I have to go and visit my granddaughter, so the cafe will stay closed."

"REally?!" Olivia screamed and she ran up to her and hugged poor Lady Odin. "Thank you! How old is he?"

"He's two months old. And you both deserve a vacation. You guys worked really hard at the cafe. Go and have fun. Live a little, "Yes, because we are the undead now. Zombies.

"You're the best, Mrs Odin! Thank you very much!" Olivia said, looking excited for the party and I rolled my eyes at her childish excitement.

The rest of the day passed quickly. At the beginning of the weekend, it was a busy day. It will be even more crowded at night. I hope Mrs Odin can handle it.

I offered my help again, not to avoid the party, but to really care for her. He is old, so I hope he can do it all. Although Nick, the other workers under him will accompany him.

Finally, a slightly rusty old-fashioned clock indicates that time is already showing six o'clock more. As if on a whim, Olivia emerges from behind the table.

"Come on. We can leave now. We need to get ready for the party."

I groaned when I heard the party, but we stayed out of the cafe. I'll get ready at Olivia's house because she's already preparing her dress and makeup.

I would take a big risk and entrust my appearance to Olivia because I was too blind in that field.

We entered Olivia's apartment and headed straight for her bedroom. She opened her closet and started rummaging through it to find a dress that suited me. Her wardrobe is huge. At least bigger than mine. Not too small, not too big but decent enough.

"Ah," she exclaimed as she pulled a black dress from her hanger. I looked at the dress. The dress was something, and it was beautiful.

"Wear this. It'll look really good for you" she said and handed the dress to me.

I nodded, picked it up and walked towards the bathroom. I put on the clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Olivia looked up from whatever she was doing to look at me. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement.

"You look beautiful. Just look at yourself."

I turned to look in the mirror. I look beautiful. "Thank you for the dress. It's beautiful" I told Olivia.

"We're not finished here. There's still makeup and hair."

"OK," I agreed, because I knew that my unskilled hand might turn myself into a clown. I rarely dress up or wear makeup. It's not that I don't like doing it, it's just that I don't know how, no matter how much Olivia teaches me.

Olivia told me to sit in a chair facing the mirror and start curling my hair at the ends. He let my long, straight hair down my back and clamped part of the hair on the front behind the ears and away from my face.

He then started putting on my face. Other than lipstick and mascara, I don't know anything else, but I remember her mentioning something called blush, lipgloss, and eye liner.

She finished with my makeup in quite a long time and then she started with her own makeup.

After half an hour, she came out of the bathroom and looked very beautiful. She was wearing a tight red dress with a small hemisphere showing her thighs and a deep neckline.

"Let's go. We're ready, I guess."

"Yes." Yeah."

Olivia was wearing her red high heels and I was wearing three-inch black high heels which I probably wore for the first time.

"It's gonna be so much fun. I can already imagine it."

I nodded at him unenthusiastically. I just want this done quickly.

Little did I know that the party I was going to attend would change my life forever. Good or bad, I can only guess.