Chapter 2
Jenn's POV
I fell onto my bed like a polar bear after taking a shower. I had zero interest in meeting any guy today—especially when my Ayeran was back in the city. All I wanted to do was stalk him, not get dressed up for some random guy I didn't even know.
Suddenly, I heard a loud voice storming toward me.
"Jennnnn! What the hell are you doing? Go get ready! We have only 20 minutes left. And get properly ready—you're a certified makeup artist. Show your art today!" Mumma taunted with an evil little smile.
Ugh.
Yes, I was a certified makeup artist. I had done my Bachelor's in Business Administration, but alongside working, I'd also followed my passion and earned a certification in makeup. I wasn't the same tomboy from school anymore. After secondary school, I had started grooming myself—getting into fashion, skincare, makeup... basically, everything girly.
I didn't even know why I changed, but I was no longer that old version of Jenn. Maybe—just maybe—if Ayeran saw me now, he wouldn't even recognize that I was the same girl from back then.
With no energy and a slight stomach ache (thanks, nerves), I stood up, opened my closet, and pulled out a pretty pink ethnic suit. It had delicate mirror work on it, simple yet elegant. I wore all kinds of clothes, but my traditional suits truly had my heart.
I slipped into the outfit, did a light makeup look—because honestly, I wasn't in the mood for anything dramatic—put on my sandals, grabbed my bag and phone, and walked out.
"Let's go, Mumma. I'm ready," I said, making weird faces to show how not excited I was.
"Oh, you look beautiful," Mumma said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
We headed to the parking lot. I started the car while Mumma settled into the passenger seat. After a short drive, we arrived at the restaurant—a lovely place with a gorgeous view. The table had already been reserved, so we went ahead and sat down.
"They're still not here," I muttered. "How can they be late when we're meeting for the first time? Manners, Mumma."
"It's okay," she replied, pinching my nose affectionately. "They live a bit far, so a little delay is understandable."
We waited for about 15 minutes until I noticed three people walking toward us. One was a middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo—handsome and clearly the father. Beside him was a tall, graceful woman—easily 5'10", with long, beautiful hair. She looked elegant, definitely the mother.
And then… behind them… was a tall guy.
I couldn't get a proper look at him at first since he was walking behind them. But one thing was clear—he was tall. That was a plus, I guess.
"Isn't he a little too tall for me?" I asked Mumma shyly.
"No, no. This is the ideal height difference," she said with a smirk.
They kept walking toward us, and Mumma stood up to greet them. She pinched my arm, signaling me to stand and greet them too. I was just about to rise when I froze.
My eyes widened. My mascara nearly smudged from the sheer shock.
The guy behind them—the tall one—was none other than… Ayeran.
Wait, what???
Was I dreaming?
Was this some cosmic joke?
I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes like a cartoon character, and stared again.
Yes. It was him. My Ayeran.