Feisty and Jealous

"Come in." She yelled after wrapping the towel around her body. 

A tall, slender lady walked in with a box in her hands. 

"You must be the make-up artist." She said. 

The lady smiled widely.  "Rosalie," she said with an outstretched arm. 

"Jazmyn." She shook her hand. "Have a seat, Ros; I was just getting dressed." 

"You're pretty," Ros said. 

"Thanks. Can you be my eye on something?" She asked. 

"Uh, no, no, no. The black is good." Kay chipped in jealously. 

She burst out in laughter. "Someone's jealous." She teased.

"I'm not jealous." Kay retorted. 

"I didn't say you were. I said someone, guilty conscience, huh?" 

"Do you want me here or not?" Kay asked. 

"Relax, jelly bean. Admit it, you're jealous." She teased. 

"Jazzie, for real, stop." Kay said. 

"Well, I'll get back to you later, Kay." She chuckled. "Ros, I'm sorry about my feisty best friend; she's only jealous I asked for your opinion." 

"Oh, it's totally fine." Ros said. 

There was another knock on the door just as she was about to step into the blue gown. 

She sighed. "If you're the hairstylist, or Ms. Ryder, come in. But if you're Shawn, please stay back." She said, adjusting the dress to fit her body.

The door creaked open, and a petite lady walked in. 

"Hairstylist huh?"

"I'm Keira." She started, 

"Kay," 

"Girl, no! You're not going to call her Kay." Kay said jealously.

"God, you reek of jealousy, Kay. Relax." 

"I don't. I don't get why you're doing this. I'm simply trying to prevent confusion when you need my help and you're calling Kay, and two of us are answering that." Kay said defensively.

"Fine! Ira, I'm sorry about my best friend. Back to what I was going to wear. Ladies, please, be my eyes on this."

She stood in front of the mirror, checking herself out. 

"What do you think?" She asked, and Kay rolled her eyes. 

"You look stunning." Ira started.

"Aw, that's so sweet. Thanks, Ira. Hey, Ros, what about you? What do you think?" 

"Good. You look nice." 

"I could do better." Kay said, filing her nails. 

"Oh my God!" She yelled. 

"What?" 

"They didn't call a nail technician." She said. 

"Seriously?" Kay asked. "I'm here!" 

She stepped out of the blue gown and into the black.

"Yeah, this one fits better." Ros said. 

"I love this one, but I kind of love the blue more." Ira said. 

"Black it is." She stepped out of the gown and into the black one. 

She settled down for Ira to style her hair. She stretched her hair, then curled it. She applied some hair mousse for sheen and then styled it with a hair pin. It was a messy bun with some curls slipping out but she looked really pretty in it. 

"You're so beautiful." Ira said. 

She smiled at her. "Thanks, and you too." 

"The hair is really cool, but you look like shit." Kay said, turning away. 

"Jelly bean." She retorted. 

Ros got on with the make-up. It was a very light one. She had done the primer and the setting spray and went in with the foundation, concealer, and highlighter. 

She applied mascara to her lashes and a baby pink lipstick to go. 

"I'd rather a black lipstick, please." She said.

"It doesn't really fit, Jazzie." Ros replied. 

"Uh, hello? Rosalie? It's Jazmyn, or Jaz. Not Jazzie." She scoffed. 

"Can you keep shut for a while? I ain't trying to steal your  best friend." Ros retorted. 

"I beg your pardon." Kay spat.

Kay has so much of a temper, and little things get to her.

"I said you're being too feisty and overprotective, like she's your girlfriend and I'm trying to steal her. So do us a favor and shut the hell up." Ros said. 

"Ros! That's enough." 

"You know what? Yes, she's my girlfriend, and I get really overly protective of her. You piss me off one more time, and I'll bury my fist in your face." Kay threatened. 

"Girls, girls. That's okay. I'm in Ryder's mansion; you don't want to ruin my opportunity. Ms. Ryder can't see you all worked up, Kay! You'll ruin my chances." Jaz said. 

"I'm sorry, babe. Tell the ruler to at least stay off you." 

"She's not hitting on me or trying to steal your best friend away. She's only trying to hold a conversation while making me up." 

"I'm sorry." Kay walked over to the window and relaxed on the window pane. 

"Ros, I would rather have black lipstick, please." 

She went on with applying the black lipstick. "You know, you're very lucky. Not every girl is this lucky." Ros started. 

"What do you mean?" She chuckled. 

"You bagged yourself the dream guy of every girl in New York and still bagged yourself a good, loving best friend that'll protect and fight for you till her very last breath. You're loved, Jaz." Ros said. 

She smiled. "Well, what can I say? I guess I'm really lucky, like you say." 

"I'm done," Ros said, stepping away. 

"Oh my God, Ros! This is splendid. Ros, Ira, thank you guys tons," she said emotionally. 

Shawn walked into the room.

"It's been an hour, thirty minutes, baby." Shawn started. 

"I'm almost done, love. I'll be out in twenty." 

His footsteps receding could be heard as he left the room. 

Kay got on with the nails as Ira fastened the diamond necklace to her neck. 

"Thanks." She mouthed. 

"These diamonds must be really expensive." Ros said. 

She smiled. "I could give it to you for a discount if you want to buy." 

"You sell them?" Ira asked. 

"Nah, wrong question. She makes them and owns the store." Kay said. 

"No way." Ira said with enthusiasm. 

"Yes way. Camilla's Carats." Kay said.

"You're the owner of Camilla's Carats? You made all that diamond?" Ros said. 

"In flesh." Jaz replied. 

"You look so stunning, baby." Shawn said as Kay helped her wear her silver stilettos covered in shiny gemstones. 

She smiled at him, although she was a bit uneasy with the title, yet she was still very flattered by it. 

She walked up to him with her black purse in her hands. 

"Told you I'd be out in twenty." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. 

"This is where things get real," he whispered. 

She wrapped her arms around his as they descended the stairs. 

"You look so ravishing, Jazmyn." Riele said as they approached the sitting room. 

"Thanks." She smiled. 

Riele looked down at the union of their hands. "I shall leave you to your date now." She smiled. "You have my blessings." 

They walked out of the mansion and into the Porsche that was waiting in front of the mansion.

He pulled open the door for her to enter before he went in. 

He placed his hands on hers after they had settled down, but she pulled away. 

"We're in the car, and I don't see the public, press, or paparazzi. So, this is not necessary." She said it in a low tone. 

He couldn't stop loving her. He loved her with each second that passed; he couldn't tell if it was her aura, her confidence, or her certainty that drove him to love her harder. 

"You amuse me," he started. 

"Hm," she said dryly.

"We have a third eye in the car, so either you do this or..." he winked at her. 

She stared at him, hoping for an explanation.

"Do not look, but at the back, there is a videographer. Pretend to be mad at me; you already pulled away when I placed my hands on yours. Pretend to be mad at me, or it would seem like you hate me," he whispered. 

She looked at him for a while. "Why do you do these things?" She said, a bit loudly.

"I said I'm sorry. I know you're upset, but you're too pretty to be. I want to be the last reason you get upset, annoyed, or even cry. What can I do to make you happy?" He asked. 

"Be nice to me on the date; I'll consider it." She looked away. 

"Okay." The videographer says, ending the filming. 

They alighted in front of the restaurant. The press were all over, and the paparazzis too. His hefty bodyguards were able to keep the press and paparazzi from reaching them as they walked into the restaurant. The flashes from their camera were blinding and affecting her. 

She sighed. "I can't imagine the life of a celebrity." 

"Well, I'm getting used to it; they love news. In a matter of hours, we'll be all over the papers and the internet. Now, lean forward and kiss me." He said. 

Her eyes dilated. "What?" 

"I said, Kiss me now! It's make believe." He said. 

She leaned forward, and their lips locked. She wanted to pull away, but she also didn't want to pull away. She was enjoying the moment, but she didn't want to rub off as cheap, so she pulled away. 

"I wish we could go somewhere private. When is this going to be over?" 

"Mr. and Ms. Ryder," The waiter started. "Good evening. I'm Gary, and I'll be your waiter for this evening. What would you like for starters?" 

"Surprise us." Shawn said, caressing her hand on the table.

The waiter shook his head and walked away. 

He took out his phone from his pocket to text her. 

"Do you have the ring?" He texted. 

"Yes, why?" She mouthed. 

He placed a box on the table, concealing it with his hand. "Take it to the bathroom; put the ring in it."

She reached for the box. "I'll be back in five." She got up to leave, then her gaze averted to the glass windows with paparazzis taking photos. She leaned forward and kissed him. "Don't miss me too much, honey." 

She shut the door and pulled her hair back. She leaned against the door as she thought of the kiss, smiling and biting her lips. She took the ring out of her purse and placed it in the box. 

It was happening. Either way, it was. 

She returned to the table with the box, then secretly gave it to him.

"Hey baby, while you were away, they brought an appetizer." He informed. 

"Oh, apple cider juice?" She took a sip of her drink. 

"You're so beautiful." He said again. "I mean it this time, not for the press or public." He smirked. 

She smiled lightheartedly. "Thanks babe." 

They were having a long conversation when he suddenly got on one knee. 

"You're so precious, special, and rare. You're beautiful; you light up my day, and I don't want to lose you. Jazmyn Camilla Cooper, will you be the light in my dark world, the peace in my chaotic world, and most importantly, my lily, my Mrs. Ryder?" 

Her heart melted at the proposal. It was kind of funny, lame, stupid, loving, and all, but it gave her butterflies. Her cheeks flushed pink. 

"Except I'll only add more chaos. Yes," she smiled, stretching forth her hand. 

"Chaos it is then, Mrs. Ryder." He said, putting the ring on her finger. 

She pulled him into a tight hug, and then he kissed her. The camera flashes on her face, making her feel uneasy. "I love you, Shawn." She said, trying to force a smile. 

"I love you too, Jazmyn." He said. "You're beautiful even when you force a smile." Her smile disappeared immediately. 

"My cheeks hurt from doing that. Can we get out?" She asked. 

"We just got here."

"I need to see my mother. She's sick, and the last thing I need is the press for a fake engagement." She texted. 

"Babe, wait here; I'll get our order packed up. Do you want anything else? Maybe for your mom or..." 

"Get me twice, or whatever you get yourself." She smiled. 

He nodded and took out his wallet before leaving for the waiter. 

"I'm sorry, Camilla's Carats? I'm a big fan of yours, and I love your diamonds. I wanted to get a necklace for my mom from your store, but it's pretty expensive." A redhead said, settling down opposite her.

"In flesh. Get to the point," she said politely, trying to contain her annoyance. 

"I'm sorry, I'm Stacy. Can I get your autograph?" 

"Sure." She took the book and signed her autograph on it. "Which necklace did you want?" 

"Oh, it's a koh-i-noor." 

"A koh-i-noor diamond?" She asked wide eyed. 

"Yes," 

"Go to my store with your autograph; tell them to give you a 70% discount on it," she replied. 

"Thanks a whole lot, Mrs. Ryder; I'm sorry, Camilla's Carats." She said. 

"It's Jazmyn." 

"Oh, miss Jazmyn," she said before walking away. 

She sighed. 

A lady walked up to her. "Can we take a picture together, Mrs. Ryder?"

She nodded, and they took a quick selfie together. 

"You know, you're so lucky. Shawn is… I'm sorry, Mr. Ryder is..." She was still speaking when Shawn walked up to them. 

"It seems you found a friend in my absence, baby," he said, glaring at the lady. 

"Actually, she only wanted a picture." She grabbed her purse from the table and got up. 

They walked out of the restaurant. 

"Do you know her?" She asked.