Chapter 3 03

"No! You ain't going anywhere" He said, Sternly at her and then in gentleness.

"Look there, my boss is waiting, he will explain better to you."

He said, pointing towards a clean, black sports car. it glass was tinted and it looked so perfect. She gasped looking at it, then down to herself she turned to the white Jeep which she was standing beside, and looked at herself through the mirror.

Her hair was damp and sticky, her face so pale and dirty she could count the bones appearing on her face. She didn't look anything attractive. She wasn't fresh, she looked so thin and unpleasant.

"I'm I going into that car?"

She asked doubtfully, and the young man nodded again. Freya, thought this to be a dream, and wished she doesn't wake from it.

"Please don't keep my boss waiting"

The young man interrupted her speech. Once they walked where the car was, the glass at the back was whirled down as a cool breeze, followed by an orange scent passed through her nostrils.

Her mouth was left in agape as she stared at the man on black glasses smiling at her. The man nodded his head and whirled up his glasses, while the young man with her asked her to hop into the car.

"Hop in." He said, moving to the car in the front.

"Ohh my God!"

Freya, exclaimed as this was all too much for her.

She moved with the young man, as she entered the black jeep and they zoomed off at once. Freya, prayed this wasn't a dream, else, she wouldn't wake from it. The AC, she is receiving already, feels like heaven on earth.

Not knowing for how long they had drove, the car came to a stop at an expanse garage, Freya, climbed down as she was swallowed by the largeness of where she was standing.

"What is this?"

she asked herself, looking at the fleets of cars, the well-groomed flowers and the neatness of everywhere.

"What I'm I dreaming? I'm I really standing in front of the Victorian?"

She said it loud, that the young man chuckled and nodded slightly. He stood, leaving Freya, to Marvel on all she was seeing.

"Ohh my God, I must be dreaming, yes!".

She said, just as she turned, a man who she guessed must be well advanced in age, highlighted from the sports car. He wore a black Italian Oxford shoe. Freya, can't say the price, but it's expensive. She looked up at him, he was wearing a very nice black colored coat on a black pens trousers. She looked him, and loved the sense of his Fashion he was also, wearing the cowboy hat.

"Bring her in."

He said again to the young man, using his hands without saying any more word. Freya, wondered if the man doesn't talk at all. But, she dare not ask.

Once she stood at the front of the glass door, it was opened with a passcode, and she stepped in, she was greeted with a very chilling coldness, she stared at the chandelier light looking at the couch made of golden material, her brain began to run a puzzle.

"That's the home theater there"

Finely placed adjacent to where she is standing. The dinning couldn't be described to her taste. The tables were of high-quality everything made of glass, sparkling clean. She could see herself through and wondered how a dirty Lady, like her, could step in here.

" I'm I in heaven?"

She asked no one in particular, as she was tempted to touch everything. The sitting room has a welcoming yet lonely aura surrounding it. But, what does it matter to her presently, she is standing in a place worth millions.

"Please come with me"

Said a lady, who Freya, guessed should be in her late twenties. She wore a blue senator gown, well styled from the parting at the knee.

Freya, looked at how melodious her voice was and smiled the lady had no spot on her skin her hair, neatly backed in a bun.

"Please follow me!"

Repeated the lady again, bringing Freya back to reality.

"Yes!"

She replied and followed. The Lady led her into a master's room, massive for more than one person. Freya, looked at the lady as the Lady smiled at her before leaving.

"Wait!"

She said,after thirty minutes of standing, but she already left.

She looked at herself in the mirror near the king-sized bed and she sighed. She gazed at the dressing table at the left and could see organic products of expensive brands there. Likewise, she inhaled deeply and sat on the floor weeping.

"Ten years! Wasted in jail for nothing! I'm grateful I'm out! Very much grateful. I will thank this man, who has done me this favor."

She Said, and dried up her tears as a knock came from the door.

"Please freshen up, you are needed."

A feminine voice came from the outside, she was sure it's the lady who led her in.

"Yes!"

She replied with her crack tone as she wondered if the Lady heard, but she heard a footstep walking out.

She dashed into the bathroom, as she took her time freshening up. Once she was done, she came out in shock to see someone sitting on the sofa inside the room adjacent to the bed.

"What?" She stared suspiciously.

"Sorry, I came in like this, I knocked three times but I didn't get any reply. Actually, I have been sent by the chief to come help you out. Actually, that's my work" The Lady replied smiling, but Freya, didn't buy the idea yet.

"I don't understand!" She spoke.

" I'm Diva, I will be staying here for a couple of days to help you out with things."

She said for short as Freya, moved towards the table, searching for the body cream.

"Do not bother, this is why I have come here. This is the cream, this body lotion, helps your body Look young, protects you from sunlight and nourishes your..."

"Thanks but..." she Said, and paused. Staring at Diva, as she brought out some hair products and placed them on the table.

"What do you want to do?" she asked curiously.

" I guess you already know" answered Diva, looking at Freya, in surprise. "Come to the bathroom, we need to start with your hair."

"I can take care of that." she protested, but the Lady, won't let her.

"Please ma'am, this is my job, allow me. Trust me, you will love it."

She said, as Freya, obediently moved to the bathroom, sitting on the chair in there.

"You have a good hair texture, but it's all gone now, it looks like you didn't take care of it, don't worry, when I'm done, you will appreciate it." The Lady Said, as she massaged the hair and applied some ointment on it.

"I will condition the hair so, you will wait for some time"

She said, as she did the final massaging. Freya, liked it she closed her eyes and felt relief. She felt like something was taken out from her, as something good was replaced.

After Much dressing and all, she stepped in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She couldn't recognize herself, she gazed still, looking at the lady standing beside her.

"Is this me?"

She asked gently, trying not to feel emotional.

"Of course, what do you expect, these organic products, self-care products are worth millions ma'am"

Diva, said, packing up everything.

"Millions?" she asked, as she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like a celebrity. Her damp hair is now back to life, retaining its color back. The hair, now soft, silky and smooth.

"Haha haha!!!"

She laughed so loud that tears dropped her spotless chin.

"What is the matter? Did I say something funny? You look perfectly stunning in this blue dinner gown" Diva, complimented smiling as Freya, nodded again, staring at herself in the mirror.

"I definitely can feel myself, I used to look like someone from the slum! I... I have pitied myself but look! Not only that, but I'm changed now, have been transformed! And it's me!"

She said happily, subconsciously giving her a hug.

"Indeed! This is who you are" answered Diva, smiling that the young lady loved her looks.

"What is this place? It looks like heaven! Where I have been turned into an angel."

Freya, Said, feeling her face and skin, she couldn't believe this.

"This is Chief Victorian. this place, is for distinguished personalities, people of influence. Name them, politics, businessmen and women. People in ministries of the government, people of high ranking."

"This is not just any place." She said, as though she wants it stuck in Freya's head.

"This place?

Asked Freya, confused. If this place is for these people, then what is she doing here? She thought, as a little bit of fear crept into her.

"Have I been set up? Did I come here to finally die? How? Wait a minute! What was I glorifying in? I was glorifying my death? Is this house where people are sentenced to death?"

She thought, pacing around the room worriedly.

"Have I been screwed?" she asked, staring at Diva, who looked at her confused.

"Your body and hair will retain its useful glow, as you follow all my prescriptions. I have done my part as your cosmetologist, if you encounter any problem recognizing or using these products, do well to inform me."

She said, politely as Freya, looked at the luxurious things there and sighed.

"Why was I brought here?"

She asked, hoping Diva can give her an answer as she was already scared.

"You are safe, just comply with the rules" she said with a smile. "I will take my leave now".

She Said, and with that, she left without any further word, leaving Freya confused.