Chapter 3 3

If I had to choose a person to buy clothes and renew my wardrobe, I would undoubtedly choose Stella without thinking twice. She knows me best and knows the most about my tastes. She has an idea of how I like my necklines, which type of necklines I prefer, or if I would choose a long-sleeved or short-sleeved dress. She even knows which color suits me best and if I would be willing to wear something with bright colors like neon yellow or green.

The clothing has always been our favorite topic between us. In the first few months when we met, I was in a phase where I liked to buy so much clothes that I spent weeks choosing what I wanted. During that time, I would send Stella photos of the things I liked and the things that I thought would look good on me. I explained why, told her which shades always looked good on my body, and also gave her a summary of why I liked one dress style over another.

She did the same with me. We were far away, but we learned to know each other's tastes through long and numerous explanations and photos.

Stella and Maria have brought a beautiful dress. It's a long black mermaid cut dress with a beautiful silver belt. As I look at it, I can't believe it's mine, and I hug them both.

"You're the best," I whisper.

"We knew you would be tired from work, so we decided to help you and went to buy the dress. Do you like it? Is it what you wanted, or were you expecting something else?" Stella asks.

"It's...perfect."

"I'll come tomorrow to get you ready. Stella will prepare everything else in the meantime."

"Don't you plan to go to a hair salon or let Maria fix you up?" I ask, wrinkling my brow. Usually, Maria fixes us because it's part of her job. She's a professional stylist and makeup artist. We studied at the same time, graduated from the same university, and went to several courses together.

Maria has straight black hair, black eyes, and is as white as snow. I like her skin color, and I like how the black of her hair stands out with all the clothes she wears. She's a very pretty girl, and any guy with a pair of eyes notices her.

We spent the whole day talking about what we would do tomorrow, arranging everything, and hoping that everything would go according to plan. According to Stella, she wouldn't go to the hair salon tomorrow because she would take care of preparing the food, cleaning the house, and helping me with whatever I need. "If Maria has time, then she will take care of fixing me up a bit," she said, and both Maria and I nodded, but deep down, I knew we would help her do everything she needed.

We were a team of three, and even though only two of us lived together, Maria knows she can count on us for whatever she needs.

"So, any updates?"

"Mr. Moore has a brother named Gabriel Moore. They usually differentiate themselves because Gabriel always introduces himself by his name, and the boss is always called 'Mr. Moore.' I've never had the opportunity to talk to co-workers about what the boss is like, but some comments on websites say that he's a man you shouldn't get too close to."

"Websites always say nonsense. Ten percent of what they say is true, and the rest are pure lies made up to get fame and money at the expense of influential people. Never let yourself be led by what they say."

"It's not something I believe," I excuse myself. "It's just that it's the only thing I have about him for now."

"Have you looked for his pictures?" Stella asks from the other end of the room. She's sitting on the couch and has changed. Now she's wearing a hippo pajama and has her hair tied in a ponytail.

"I've seen one, but you couldn't see his face."

"Instagram," Maria points out. "It's the best option if you want to see photos of an important person. There, you'll find parts of their life and maybe some places they've traveled to. If you want to go tomorrow, you should know what your boss looks like. Haven't you seen him when you had the interview for the job?"

I shake my head.

"I remember that day. I was in a hurry and took the elevator up. I had the interview and asked the secretary, but she said that the Moores had gone on a trip and couldn't see me today."

"And how did you get the job?"

"Because I left my resume with the secretary, and she called Gabriel, who apologized repeatedly for forgetting our meeting and said that his secretary was qualified to interview me. I didn't expect to get the job, and certainly not in that way."

"Damn, you were lucky."

"I was even surprised when I found out how I got the job," the curly-haired girl mentions.

"I'll look for his profile."

It doesn't take her more than half an hour to find it. She raises her eyebrows impressed and bites her lower lip. Maria always does that when a man seems extremely attractive to her. Her expressions make me want to see him too and know what's so special about him or what his facial features are like.

The three of us usually have different tastes in guys, I guess that's why we've never fought over a man.

"Damn, you have us all eager now," Stella blurts out, and Maria turns the phone around. "Mother of God."

He's handsome, not just handsome, his face is manly.

He's the sexiest man I've ever seen in my entire life.

His thick lips.

His defined jawline.

His strong arms and defined torso.

Black hair and blue eyes.

And he's white-skinned, the perfect man stereotype that I have in my mind.