Sahara's pov

Before I knew it, the day was over, and it was time to go to bed, and that meant possibly having another argument with JB... It was best for me to expect for the worse at this point, because it was way better than expecting more, then later getting disappointed. 

I got to the bedroom first, so that meant I had the right to sleep on the bed, and that was final. I'm not going to give in to anything he says, like at that time during our first night.

10:30 p.m and no one comes, 11:00 p.m and still no one, so I just decided to fall asleep. Who was I waiting for anyway?

6 o'clock a.m and the alarm starts to ring. That stupid piece of machinery, and with it, my aunt barges into my room, and starts yelling at me to wake up, as if this could get any worse. I sluggishly get out of bed, and drag myself into the washroom to wash my groggy face. Ugh I looked gross, 6:30 a.m and it was time for me to go the beautician... Who the heck goes to the beautician at 6:30 in the morning.

At the place, I went through the same process and pain as I did during my last visit, but I guess I got more accustomed to the process, but I could never get used to how stunning I looked after everything. I'm probably sounding self absorbed at the moment, but I seriously looked gorgeous, to the point where I couldn't even recognize myself. It was quite fascinating how someone as average looking as me, could transform into something like that. I was made to wear an Indian style dress again, since that was best suited for me. It was a gorgeous purple saree with a sequin border, prettier than the one I wore last time. I had long black extensions put on with soft curls, matching gold earring and a beautiful pair of stilettos from Christian Louboutin. The whole makeover took close to 5 hours, but I guess it was worth the time, since I turned out so good. It was finally time to go back home. I wonder how JB looked after his little makeover.