Chapter 81: Getting dressed with Damien
Avoiding his gaze, she continued her meal, nearly spilling it due to the intense stare coming from Damien.
"Didn’t you offer to feed me?" He reminded her of her earlier offer.
"I’d prefer to dine alone," she requested, feigning dissatisfaction with his presence.
"Remember, you are under lockdown. I am here to ensure there are no mistakes," he disclosed, leaving Aurora wondering about his cryptic words. Why would anyone make mistakes with just a guard stationed outside?
Just as she was about to inquire, she heard Damien command, "Enter," his voice clear and authoritative.
Following his directive, a group of elegantly dressed young women entered, each holding boxes, clothing racks, and tools, leaving Aurora utterly puzzled. Why were they here, and why did they look like costume designers?
"What’s going on?" She turned to Damien with a bewildered expression.
"Begin," he dismissed her question, focusing on the young women, who acknowledged his instruction and moved closer to Aurora.
"What... are.....you?" Aurora struggled to find the right words as they guided her to stand and led her away from her seat. Although their touch was gentle, Aurora felt uneasy and longed to understand why she was being dressed up.
They had set up a makeshift grooming area in the room. With a towel draped over her shoulders, they cleansed her face, mouth washed her, and attended to minor parts on her face.
Growing frustrated, she glanced at Damien, who was engrossed in a women’s magazine, a sight that nearly made her scoff. ’Why was he so serious, as if he understood anything about women’s fashion?’ She mocked internally, letting out an absentminded giggle, earning surprised looks from the women.