My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 172: Transformations

(Arata)

The Great Hall had been completely transformed into a winter wonderland for the evening’s Winter Gala.

Towering arched ceilings were draped in decorations of deep navy blue, interwoven with shimmering red threads that caught the light from the sconces. Elegant white snowflake-shaped lanterns hung from above, carrying blue and red flames inside them. I observed how artistically they had been designed to give a feel of reality.

Beneath the grand chandeliers, decorations like fluffy clouds hung to give the appearance of winter. Artificial machines had been set up to spray fake snow during the event. Crimson ribbons intertwined with sprigs of holly and pine cones dusted with artificial snow were used to add to the grace of this place.

Crystal candleholders decorated numerous walls, holding white and red candles. Tall, frosted branches, wrapped with twinkling blue fairy lights, creating the illusion of a frozen forest, also lined the walls. Velvet drapes in the shade of rich midnight blue framed the windows while delicate snowflake cutouts in white and red were scattered across the glass panes.

Red and white velvet draped the hundreds of seats that lined the hall.

"Check out the ramp." Miranda nudged me, seeing I was lost in the transformation of this place.

In the middle of the hall, a grand ramp was set for the evening’s entertainment. A backdrop of huge flat screens showcased falling snowflakes and winter landscapes. The blue and gold LED lights were sprinkled along the edge to illuminate the path for the models as we took the stage later on. Elegant white and red floral arrangements, accented with icy blue ornaments, added bursts of colour along the stage’s edge.

The company’s logo flashed on the screen, followed by the tagline of Winter Gala. Some helpers were still putting up the last of the decorations, others were placing name tags on the seats, while the tech team was busy testing the sound system.

"Wow! This is epic," I exclaimed to Miranda as we made our way backstage.

"Mr Karsten goes all out for events, and he leads from the front. He doesn’t slack, nor does he let others do so."

We entered the back area, and Halima was there with her usual frown and the bun. She was heatedly giving orders to the staff to arrange everything essential before the models arrived.

Turning towards us, she exclaimed in relief.

"Arata, so glad you are here early. So much needs to be done with your skin." She clicked her fingers, summoning two girls. From the looks, they appeared like beauty specialists.

My skin? What was wrong with my skin? I touched my face in apprehension.

"Take Arata to room number 1. Massage and mask, manicure and pedicure, WAX. I want her to be given a full course. Not a single unneeded hair to be found on her body," she ordered. freeweɓnøvel.com

Wax? I hated the damn thing, it pulled hair so painfully.

Don’t be a coward, Arata, I reprimanded myself.

Both of them rushed towards me with professional smiles. Tall and slim, they seemed like fashionistas and influencers who made beauty logs on Social Media.

"If you may come with us," the one with light brown hair asked me softly. I obliged without reluctance.

"I need to check if the room is to Mr Karsten’s liking," Miranda informed Halima and followed me.

"We have arranged it. You can check and report. If anything is lacking, just let me know." Halima turned away after this, busying herself with other tasks. The stress seemed to have become a permanent part of that poor woman’s face.

I hoped that she could get a long vacation after the event. Maybe I could put a word in with Karsten.

They led us to an amply lit room. The bright lights were enough to make someone blind with comfortable salon chairs, vanity mirrors with LED lights and everything we would need to get ready for tonight’s event.

The heat was on, so the room was pretty cosy. I took off my blazer, and the girl with brown hair took it from me and hung it on a hanger.

Miranda ensured the room was according to Karsten’s taste. Pointing out a few changes like the brush he specifically used for his hair, which should have wooden bristles instead of metal ones and cooling eye patches for his tired eyes, she approved of everything else.

I realised there was still so much I needed to learn about Karsten. Small and important details. He was particular about his stuff and wanted them a certain way.

"Arata, I have to head upstairs now. Mr Karsten will be needing me. You are in good hands, so I will see you on the ramp." Closing in, she gave me a small hug before receding.

I sighed but gave her a nod and a warm smile.

Once the door closed behind her, girls locked it so no one would enter.

"Miss Arata, we should begin. There is a lot which needs to be done. Just sit here and relax, and let us handle the rest." The girls seated me on one of the chairs and began the preparation to make me look more desirable and model-like.

They handed me a small silk slip with straps thin like a hair and it would barely cover my ass.

"Please! Change in this so we can begin."

Without complaining, I went behind the divider and shed my clothes, except my panties and put the slip on. It settled snugly against my body and was extremely comfortable.

Ah! Well, the salon came to me, so why not enjoy it? I sauntered over to the chair they had offered me and leaned back in it. Closing my eyes, I just relaxed as the girls began their magic and transformation.

After several hours, when they had plucked my body clean of every hair apart from around my eyes and head and rubbed me clean, the girls took a lunch break. They placed a relaxing cucumber mask on my face before exiting.

"Please! Leave it on until we return." I nodded at their instruction.

Karsten’s thoughts emerged in my brain, and I decided to call and check if he had gotten lunch. Miranda had been handling him since I had gotten injured and then gotten busy with the event.

But the door of the room flung open, and he entered it like the fresh gust of wind carrying two food boxes.

His eyes, which reminded me of dark velvet, slightly widened seeing me in just a slip with my thick thighs bare and my face covered in a mask.

"Hey!" He said in his heavy voice, "I brought us lunch." His eyes wouldn’t stop staring at my thighs. Those muscled arms of his which could make any woman swoon, I wanted wrapped around myself.

"Hey!"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest to reach him as he neared and placed both boxes on the table.

Without reluctance he grabbed my thighs, pulling me towards him. His body heat seeped into my bare skin as his face levelled with mine and we remained just a hair’s breadth away from each other.

"Sexy was the term coined for you, Blue Rose."