His Drama Queen novel Chapter 2

"Can I have my credit card back papai," I asked in a small voice. Maybe he realized how important a dress for the ball is and---

"No!" My dad stated. "I have already told you that. Let's not argue about it anymore."

"Why are you doing this to me?!" My voice raised an octave. "I'm not twelve, I'm twenty-three for god sake!"

"Nicole!" My mom warned sternly.

"Then act like you're twenty-three. You are throwing tantrums like a three-year-old." My dad said calmly.

I hated when he was acting calm. It made me even more furious.

"That's why you should learn to let me go!" I yelled out and stomped out of the room.

I was so mad. They are treating me like a child and I can't stand it anymore. I needed freedom.

I groaned and kicked my bedroom door shut. What should I do for them to let me go?

Nicole Vargas

"It's so itchy, get it off me!" I yelled out as I fastly unzipped the dress and let it fall on the floor. The rhinestones on this dress were horrible. I don't even know what it was doing in my closet.

"But Miss, you wore this last year at the Benefit ball. You weren't complaining." My assistant mumbled as she picked up the dress of the ground. "And we already went through thirty-five dresses. You really need to choose, the ball starts in two hours."

I let out a strangled scream as I fall on the ground. This was horrible. I didn't have anything to wear for the ball and yesterday my mom told me that Ethan Gray is also coming to the ball. I haven't seen Ethan in almost five years. After he graduated from high school in Brazil, he moved to England to live with his uncle and aunt. Last year I heard that he was the youngest and most successful CEO in the whole of England. He had quite a reputation there.

"Miss!" My assistant looked down at me and shook her head. "You need to hurry up!"

"I'm not going." I turned on my stomach and tapped with my fingers on the white marble tiles. I don't want to show up in front of Ethan in the last season dress. That would be so embarrassing.

"May I ask why?"

I rolled my eyes at that stupid question. Is she blind? "I don't have anything to wear, can't you see?"

"You have three closets with all kinds of clothes and dresses. What do you even mean?!" My assistant threw her hands in the air out of frustration. "I told you, the blue one fits you perfectly."

"But it's so out of this season." I groaned.

"You never wore it, it will not be bad at all. And the dress is one of a kind."

"Really?" I asked, looking at my assistant. "I didn't know that."

She nodded in confirmation. "Yes, it is one of a kind. That's the only reason you wanted to buy it."

My eyes shifted on the beautiful long blue dress on my bed. It was a charming round neck blue tulle one of a kind dress. I stood up and touched the material. It was so soft, better than the one with the awful rhinestones.

"Fine." I huffed, turning around to face my assistant. "I'll go."

My assistant let out a breath of relief and immediately pushed me in front of my vanity table. "Sit still, I'll do your hair and makeup quickly!."

She took a handful of my light brown colored hair and started to comb it fast and hard. I bit on my lips to not yell out of pain. After All, with beauty comes pain.

After my hair was done, she worked on my face. I didn't like to have a lot of foundation and primer on, because my face was already smooth enough. I have my own self made face mask that does a wonderful job to keep all the acne away and to keep my face fresh and clean.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion at the last part. What does she mean?

I turned around towards the stranger and my breath almost stopped. I gaped openly as I observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. On either side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green. His dark brows were actually graceful but currently furrowed in a frown. He was a few inches taller than me and his tousled dark brown hair was glistening in the moonlight illuminating from the window.

He was an eye candy.

A total hottie.

I didn't realize he was greeting me until my mom nudged me from the side. I instantly came back to my senses.

"Good evening Miss Vargas." His voice was deep. He had that rich, silky tone that whenever he spoke, every head in the room would turn.

I smiled kindly at him. Showing off my set of white teeth. "Good evening Mr..." I rose up an eyebrow at him because he hadn't introduced himself yet.

"Gray," he said with a small smile.

"Ethan Gray."

Nicole Vargas

I was still in shock. The handsome stranger was Ethan Gray. Ethan Gray was a handsome stranger. Puberty really did hit him hard. I remembered Ethan as the malnourished little boy with the prettiest hairstyle. The only reason I was infatuated by him at that time was because of his hair.

But now, everything changed. He looked like a whole course meal in his expensive Armani suit and Rolex watch he had on. I wondered how rich he actually was. From sources, I could gather that he was the youngest billionaire in England and that he was the CEO of one of the most fast-growing companies.

His hazel brown eyes that were shielded with the thickest and lustrous eyelashes I have ever seen on a man stared at me with a mischievous glint. His lips twitched in an arrogant smirk as he saw what for effect he had on me.