Chapter 3 A Turning Point

As at 5:30 AM Bella had already woken up and was getting ready to head to the salon. She took money from the box, planning to settle her landlord that day as well.

Bella was the kind of woman who handled situations in her own way. Smart, strong, and unstoppable, she was not easily swayed.

Her hard work and skills were gaining more recognition, and to her surprise, she received a call from a popular star in town, Jenny Hilson.

Jenny Hilson promised to patronize Bella and set a date. Bella was thrilled and couldn't wait to offer her services to the famous Jenny Hilson.

"Seriously, do I have to be your personal alarm clock every day?" Bella sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically at her sisters still snoring away.

With an exaggerated huff, she yelled, "Wake up, girls, come on!" while wrestling into her jeans, nearly losing her balance in the process.

Bella's loud voice echoed through the room, jolting Amelia and Julian awake. They yawned and stretched their arms like reluctant cats.

"Oh, it's morning already? I want to sleep some more. I can't even feel my feet," Amelia mumbled, flopping back onto the bed like a starfish.

"Bella, you're almost done getting ready and now you're waking us up? That's not fair," Julian whined, rubbing her eyes and making a pouty baby face.

Julian and Amelia were often dramatic, often acting like spoiled children. Yet, Bella, as the big sister, was always there to guide them with unwavering patience.

They were exhilarated but drained after their lively night at the club.

"You all seem to have forgotten who's coming to the salon today," Bella remarked, her eyebrows knitting together.

Amelia's eyes widened in realization. "Jenny Hilson! That's right, Jenny Hilson. She's my absolute favorite," she exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

"I need to shower!" she exclaimed, swiftly riding from the bed.

Amelia was always the fun- loving one, and Jenny Hilson was her idol. The thought of Jenny visiting their salon was a dream come true for her. She couldn't miss that day for anything.

Without wasting a second, she dashed into the bathroom.

Despite their exhaustion from the previous night's events, Julian and Amelia couldn't resist the allure of a visit to Bella's salon. After all, the chance to be in the same room as Jenny Hilson, the epitome of glamour and grace, was an opportunity no one could pass up.

Capturing Jenny Hilson's attention was no simple feat. A renowned makeup enthusiast, fashion icon, and movie star, she commanded the admiration of all. Bella, the salon's owner, had always dreamt of being Jenny's personal makeup artist.

She felt a deep kinship with the star, believing they shared a unique bond and kindred spirits in their love for beauty and style.

Bella encountered Jenny at Majestic Meadows, the biggest mall in town. Despite the crowd, Jenny's entrance didn't go unnoticed. Fans, including Bella, immediately recognized her.

The crowd began to acknowledge Jenny as the celebrity she was. Calling her name and cheering as she walked in, waving at everyone who caught her eye.

"Oh my God, look, it's Jenny Hilson," Bella exclaimed, nudging her sister Amelia.

"Wow, it's really her. She's so pretty!" Amelia remarked, turning to get a better look.

'She's so cool and beautiful, I just love her personality,' Bella thought, admiring Jenny.

Jenny walked through the mall, accompanied by three bodyguards and her personal assistant. However, an unexpected incident awaited her.

A nine-year-old girl, shopping with her mother, became ecstatic when she spotted Jenny.

Giggling with excitement, the girl couldn't contain herself. She dashed towards Jenny Hilson, clutching a bottle of juice.

Jenny saw the little girl approaching and opened her arms, smiling warmly.

In her eagerness, the girl didn't realize the juice bottle was open. As she hugged Jenny, the juice spilled all over Jenny's dress.

"Whoa!" Jenny exclaimed, raising her hands.

The bodyguards moved to intervene, but Jenny stopped them.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just so excited to see you," the little girl apologized, her voice trembling.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's alright. Everyone spills things sometimes," Jenny reassured her, ensuring the girl didn't feel bad.

Onlookers admired Jenny's composure and kindness, touched by how gracefully she handled the situation.

The girl's mother hurried over to apologize, but Jenny brushed it off, heading to the restroom to clean up.

Bella, who witnessed the scene, admired Jenny Hilson's humility and discipline even more.

Seeing an opportunity, Bella decided to try and talk to Jenny.

As Jenny made her way to the restroom, Bella followed, hoping for a chance to speak with her.

"Bella, what do you think you're doing?" Amelia asked, grabbing Bella's hand.

"Going to meet Jenny, of course," Bella replied, turning to her sister.

"Are you crazy? She has her bodyguards with her. How do you plan to get past them?" Amelia asked, concerned.

"Leave that to me," Bella said confidently as she headed toward the restroom. As she approached the entrance, she encountered Jenny's bodyguards.

Bella approached them, requesting permission to speak with Jenny Hilson. The bodyguards refused, insisting she leave.

They clearly wanted to avoid any more drama.

Undeterred, Bella stood her ground and refused to walk away.

"Miss, you need to leave now," one of the bodyguards demanded.

Amid the commotion, Jenny Hilson emerged from the restroom. "What's going on here?" she asked.

"This young lady wants to speak with you," one of the bodyguards explained, turning to Jenny.

Bella exhaled deeply, hoping for a positive response from Jenny Hilson.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a huge fan," Bella interjected with a nervous smile.

Jenny gestured for her bodyguards to step aside and approached Bella.

"How may I help you?" she asked firmly.

For a moment, Bella was at a loss for words. Her role model was standing right in front of her. She was stunned.

'I hope this works,' Bella thought.

Summoning her courage, Bella managed to engage Jenny in conversation and introduced herself, seizing the opportunity she had hoped for.

"My name is Bella Maxwell, and I'm a professional makeup artist," Bella introduced herself.

"Really? That's nice. And besides, you are very pretty," Jenny remarked with a slight smile.

They discovered they had several things in common, which made it easy for them to get along.

"Thank you so much, ma'am. I must say, you are even prettier," Bella replied.

'I like her; she's so cool and beautiful,' Jenny thought, staring at Bella.

"Please, ma'am, if you would allow me, I would like to give you an outstanding makeup for free," Bella proposed.

'An outstanding makeup? Seriously?' Jenny thought, scoffing internally.

"Do you know what? Jenny Hilson smiled confidently and added, "Leave your business card, and I'll come by over the weekend."

'She's very kind, but I really want to do it for free. Why doesn't she realize that? Bella thought.

"Ma'am, I really mean it. Bella insisted, "You are my role model, and I would love to do this for you, please."

"You want to showcase your talent on my face for free?" Jenny asked, raising her eyebrow.

Bella nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, Bella. Saturday. Jenny promised, "I'll be at your salon this Saturday."

Bella felt as if she were soaring, her eyes lit with amusement.

Her smile widened as she gently handed Jenny her business card. She was bursting with excitement on the inside, but she attempted to remain calm.

Nonetheless, she was clearly amused.

"Many thanks, Ma'am. "I'll be expecting you," Bella said gently.

"No, thank you, Bella," Jenny said with a smirk as she walked away with her bodyguards and PA.

Her personal assistant did not approve of the suggestion. She couldn't fathom a celebrity like Jenny Hilson going to a modest beauty salon. She thought Jenny was reducing her expectations.

"Are you sure about this, Ma'am?" the PA inquired, strolling closely to Jenny. "Of course, Lizzy.

Jenny said forcefully, "The girl is so nice, and patronizing her isn't a big deal to me." Jenny honored her promise and did not let her PA talk her out of it.

As Bella eagerly awaited the weekend, that memory replayed itself in her mind. It was finally here.

It might be a game changer for her. Who knows?

Bella and her sisters were ready to go to the salon, all looking nice, but Amelia's was a little too much.

She wore her nicest outfit, as if she were going to a party. Of course, a celebrity was coming by the salon today and she obviously wanted to blend in.

Bella almost laughed as she looked at Amelia, but she swallowed it. She didn't want Amelia to feel mocked. Amelia was an emotional individual. When Julian wanted to talk about Amelia's clothing, Bella motioned for her to stop.

"Dad! We're heading out!" Bella exclaimed as she emerged from the room with her sisters.

Maxwell, the caring father that he was, was already on the verge of serving breakfast to his daughters.

"Come on, girls! You need to eat something before you leave," he insisted, stepping out of the kitchen with plates of food in his hands, wearing an apron.

"You can't always leave the house without breakfast, claiming you're running late," he retorted, placing the plates on the table.

"No, Dad, that's not it. I told you about Jenny Hilson, who is coming to the salon today. She promised to be there by 10:00 a.m., and it's already 8:50," Bella whined, glancing at her wristwatch.

Maxwell had heard too many excuses from Bella for skipping meals and wasn't ready to let it happen again. No matter who was coming to the salon, they weren't more important to him than his daughters.

"No way!"

"I know you want to have everything prepared before she arrives, but you still have time to eat something. Come on," Maxwell pressed. "It's not a big deal."

Maxwell had little to offer his daughters. He lost his job two months after losing his wife, as the emotional toll was too great.

It was disheartening, but fate blessed him with a daughter like Bella, who was talented, smart, and diligent. Despite her challenges, she managed to provide for the family, with her two sisters supporting her every step of the way.

With boundless love and care for his girls, Maxwell devoted himself to being their nanny.

"Self-proclaimed nanny, actually."

His daughters always saw him as the best dad in the world.

With no room for further arguments, Bella and her sisters sat down to have their breakfast.

"That's more like it," Maxwell remarked with a playful glint in his eye.

As they lounged in their seats to eat, Amelia, the talkative couldn't help but gush about the previous night's events. "Last night was so cool, I loved every minute of it!" she said with a laugh.

Julian chimed in, giggling, "Especially when Bella slapped that guy in the face!"

Their dad overheard their conversation from the living room and looked up from his newspaper. "What was that, Julian?" he asked.