HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 27

"You must collect moments. Those will be the true wealth of your soul."

AVA WILSON P.O.V

After Marcello's departure I took my cell phone and dialled Charlotte's number. "Aren't we getting late for the shopping?" The first thing I told her when she picked up the call.

"Bu..but you fainted." She replied, sounding unconvincing to me.

"I took a nap, Charlotte. That's not a big deal. Come back now, we live in thirty minute." I informed her, breathing out a sigh as I stood up and changed my clothes again now wearing something girly and sophisticated.

I decided to go with my nude-mint A-line frock which came to my knees and with that I chose to wear my black flip flop because shopping means going from one store to another without stopping.

In fifteen minute Charlotte texted that she was waiting in the back of the building. I walked outside and frowned at her "Why are we meeting here not in front?"

"The paps were being their ordinary selves." Charlotte prompted, peering at me with concern.

I looked up at her. smiling while forcing my annoyance back down. "They are so nosy. I dislike them from now- onward."

Charlotte's pink lips tightened into a straight line "I completely understand. But it's their part of the job to behave nosy. Like my jobs are here to make sure they don't bother you much. Mr. Trocelli has already booked you one bodyguard and one chauffeur who will be joining us. Let me tell you one thing" she came forward and leaned closely to me "That bodyguard is so hot, he scared away the paps who were talking about you. He was looking so hot when he intimidated those nosy paps." She whispered and giggled, pointing at me where the bodyguard was standing.

"Well, I cannot deny, he has fantastic genes" I commented and we both giggled like a shy girl staring at my bodyguard.

"Ms. Wilson, I'm Chris, your personal bodyguard and this is my friend John, who is going to be your chauffeur." They came as they saw me walking to the car. I nodded and checked out Chris from behind my sunglasses.

Chris came forward and opened the gate for me and I thanked him sitting inside. He moved to the other side and did the same for Charlotte which made both us giggle, behaving like teenagers.

"Just to give you a head up. It would be better, if we should postpone this shopping for now. The news of you and Mr Trocelli has been spreading like wildfire here. It's only a matter of time before nosy paps will catch us and hounds after every bit of juicy information they can get from you."

I swallowed hard. "That doesn't sound fun. But I know from tomorrow another news sensation will be plastered all over the news."

She frowned. "How can you say that?"

I shrugged "Instinct calling."

She shook her head. "No, it isn't always correct. If we see this from another angle, they are giving you publicity but most of the time, they're just digging up dirt polluting the people which is never nice."

I didn't want any of them to dig inside my life. They won't find dirt but they can obviously find out about my weakness. Which is most certainly an important part of me.

I sighed.

I knew in the back of my mind when I signed the deal that media attention was going to be one of the biggest hurdles between Marcello and me. He was 'The Marcello Troceeli', a bachelor, billionaire and to add a plus point, Italian. But trashing my image like this is not good. And from this morning my cell phone was going on and on with Samantha, Bella and Mark texts which I couldn't reply to. I'm waiting to come out from this mess before I show them my face.

"Well, I'm glad you're here to help and guide me." I chipped with forced cheerfulness, smiling at Charlotte.

"I'm glad you chose me for your service Mrs Ava Trocelli." She grinned and shook her head.

Ava Trocelli -holy crap this sounds so perfect.

I felt the urge to flee and never look back but I forced myself another dose of fortitude.

I may be lacking in money and down on my luck but I was never a coward.

"Yes, Ava Trocelli." I repeated nodding slowly as if trying to get myself used to the sound of it by saying it out loud. "But I like Ava, more. It's friendly and helps me to keep myself down to earth. I'll confess the Marcello world intimidated me a little. I'm not used to it and it's not used to me. I'll need all your help I can get."

Charlotte's eyes twinkle. "And I'll give you all the help, you'll need Ava." She promised. "So here we come, brand new Ava Wilson."

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It was well past eight at night when Charlotte finally left me in peace.

I was so exhausted I wouldn't have made it till home. I practically sobbed when Charlotte didn't even let me take a nap. She insisted that taking a nap at this odd time will change my bed routine. I should hit the bed at a decent hour tonight.

She was like a firecracker. While we waited for the clothes to be packed, she gave me a Vera Moda handbag which was already heavier than I can imagine. I was shocked to see the latest version of iPhone, iPad, which was already synced up with my contacts and schedules which she made in ten minutes, she manages to initiate me into a work-out routine schedule, a healthy diet plan, a finance system, a bank account and a couple of credit cards and a list of my wedding-related appointments.

My brain was nearly-overloading at some point but she didn't slow down. My brand new wardrobe arrived in the dot and kept nicely in my room. She did most of my shopping which I was protesting because her taste was highly priced. I reluctantly admitted that her choices were simple and elegant with a punch of boldness. The two of us giggle like school girls in every outfit I model in front of the full-length mirror.

Once our shopping was done she pulled me into the saloon which looked like some kind of high class social hall. An army of beauty militants led by Bobby forced me down on a chair and slapped my eyes shut with a cooling gel pad that effectively disables me from watching the transformation.

With lots of pricking-pulling, chopping and cutting with me screaming, taking Brazilian wax and destroying their ear drum, small lumps of honey brown hair came to my view as they made me turn around. I gasped out a small sob before I caught the sight of myself in the mirror. I couldn't deny that I was looking healthier and more gorgeous. My hair was less weighted and volume up.

I was looking exactly how Marcello liked it. His type of women. A high class etiquette woman with an elegant and sophisticated touch.

Finally, I was home which made me sigh and grumpy in hunger. I was just snacking on the chips which I found from the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" I grumbled as I contemplated the amount of energy I used to get up from the couch and answer the door.

The door bell sounded off again and I groaned, pushing myself up from the couch.

Reluctantly, I pushed the elevator button open "I should change the main door now, this is making me crazy, when it denies my finger print." Marcello said without looking at me.

"Finally, you will have a normal door."I blurted out at him.

"I was thinking of changing it, only for you." He replied back.

I scoff. "I'm so tired that I can't argue with you right now." I grumbled. "Is this all, I am going to bed now, goodnight."

He raises his brows, taking in my appearance with his eyes from my head to toe. "This is what I see, after you spend a day with fashion and beauty experts? You look like some kind of gruesome green monster."

I looked down and frowned as I was wearing my old deep green t-shirt, which was coming up to my thigh. The shoulders were loose as it kept falling down on my arms. The colour was fading giving it a more homeless look. My hair was disheveled as I was giving it a massage and I didn't get the chance to wash my face.

I glowered at him. "Well, I'm not exactly dressed to impress you. If you want to see where you invested your money, wait till the morning."

I turned away and moved to the stairs when his hand shot out and hold elbow making me smack on his chest.

Grinding my teeth, I waited while he stood there and stared at me. "I didn't mean it that way. I like the way you dress up. Comfortable.

I pulled my hand and walked upstairs, ignoring his flirty behaviour. He followed me as I opened my bedroom door and walked inside. He also entered and sat on the bed, lying half.

Arrogant ass. Of course he doesn't have any manners. Coming inside someone else's room. He obviously thought , the room will be jumping over the moon, why not Marcello Trocelli blessed it with his present?

"I did it." He slowly made me halt as I was standing in front of the mirror applying the night cream which Charlotte bought for me.

"What did you do?" I frown and narrow my eyes at him as he looks at me from the mirror.

My heart suddenly hampers in my chest with a sudden weight as I look at his deep blue prominent eyes from the mirror which was getting dark as he stares at me with it.

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