Chapter 132: HOSPITAL 1
Seated before an oval-shaped mirror was Harlow. She stared at her reflection as her slender fingers picked a brush from the set of many brushes. Harlow touched it on the natural shade powder before applying it gently on her cheek.
Placing the brush back, she leaned closer, her lips curving into a faint smile. Her hair, brushed and styled into a perfect bun, was a small triumph for the morning. She opened the drawer, revealing a collection of glittering accessories. Her fingers hovered in midair as she considered her options. She had three places to go to today.
First, she would visit the hospital with Alanis, fulfilling her reluctant role as the ever-dutiful wife. His injury, despite its stubborn refusal to heal, had become an excuse for him to draw her closer.
Secondly, she needed to be at Shoot Pictures, to see her new crew members for the preparation of her movie. Thirdly, she wanted to see Richard concerning the stolen jewel, to at least know what other ideas her father and stolen from her.
She needed the jewels for the Gala. According to Charlotte, the gala was in a week. Which meant, that both she and Alanis had just a week to prepare for the Gala.
She was used to social gatherings and events with the upper class, and Harlow knew since the event was in her and Alanis’s honor, she would be the talk of the day. Those who were there to celebrate with her would be there, the ones who were in attendance to judge her would also be there.
It’s not like she cared what people thought about her.
"Are you done?" Alanis’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. She turned to see him standing in the doorway, already dressed in his signature black shirt and trousers. He adjusted his wristwatch with an air of casual elegance before stepping further into the room.
She rose, slipping on her earrings. "Let me help you with that," Alanis offered, his hands brushing hers as he zipped up her dress. The gesture, surprisingly gentle, made her pause. If only he’d shown this tenderness when she’d truly needed it.
