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Chapter 16: Step 3| Trying Something...New (Continuation)

I waved goodbye and headed out, expecting Triston waiting outside. Instead it was an old man who I think was his chauffeur standing in front of a long stretched limo.

"Hello Miss George,I'm Jonathan, and I'm here to bring you back to Young Master Morgan's home, so you may get ready for the party tonight." He said, smiling wrinkles forming on his eyes.

"Thank you Jonathan, but just call me Mellana or Mel."

"Mellana would be prefered, thank you." he answered.

We drove back and he parked right in front of the entrance, he climbed out and opened the door for me, helping me get out. I said "thank you" and headed into the large apartment complex, then rode the elevator to the penthouse suite. When I heard the ding of the elevator, I walked out and unlocked the large double doors. Inside of the apartment, in front of me appeared a woman in her 20s smiling at me.

"Hi you must be Mellana, am I correct" I nodded, "I'm Jill and I was told to do your makeup then help you into your dress." she said, smiling a bit.

"Okay. But can I have lunch first cause I'm starving." I said.

"Oh of course, no one should have an empty stomach." She answered.

"So have you eaten." I asked, she shook her head. "How about you have lunch with me, I'll just order room service."

"No! It's fine, but thank you for asking." She declined, then her stomach growled loudly making her blush red.

"That's a sign of hunger and just as you said "no one should have an empty stomach.'" I said, then called up the room service.

They brought up a warm meal for two consisting of Fettuccine Alfredo and roast beef with a side of buttered veggies, and for the drinks we were served sparkling water. That was actually the best meal I've had so far, in my whole life.

"Thank you for the meal, miss. But we should really start with your makeup because I was told Mr. Morgan will be picking you up here by 6." she said. I checked the time and it wrote 3 pm, so we had 3 hours left I guess that's a good amount of time.

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After the makeup was done, I finally saw my dress. It was a body fitting mermaid dress with gems and sequins sued on in some sort of swirly pattern. Jill helped me into it, then showed me my shoes which was a pair of gold Christian Loubutins platforms, with peep toes and a red sole, that had some traingular pattern on it.

Jill left a hour later after making sure everything was perfect. So now I was alone in the huge apartment. Bored out my mind I checked the news if anything was new. When I turned on the TV my face popped up on the huge screen written below was "New Toy or Real GF" then the reporter spoke,

"Triston Morgan oldest son of multibillionaire Jeffrey Morgan finally settling down or is it just a new toy. This girl, Mellana George was seen in several areas of small town, Maryfield, with the known playboy. Could it be he finally settled for this woman, or is she just one of his bed warmers."

I sat there speechless, and I thought he was joking about those paparazzi. And how did they even get my picture, that is just freaky it makes me feel stalked. I continue sitting there thinking things over, when the door lock turns and Triston enters seeing the TV still on and the reporter talking about me.

"I see you've seen what I did." He said, closing the door behind him.

"You were the one who told them of my identity! How am I going to live normally when I have some feeling there's someone watching my every move." I exclaimed.