Page 62 of Sweet Madness
“You’re safe here…” Shaw’s words flash through my mind as I add concealer under my eyes, giving me the confidence to continue doing what I love.
I planned to keep a low profile here, but Shaw promised nothing would touch me and that I was safe. I have complete faith in Shaw Banning.
I’ve always had.
I go on to apply mascara, blush, and lastly my favorite pink lip oil. As I put the finishing touches on, I start to notice only positive comments in the chat. The negative ones are disappearing one by one.
I lean forward and touch the screen, trying to catch the vile comments, but they all vanish.
“What…” I whisper, confused, but then I think of Shaw and my heart melts.
This has him written all over it.
Is he somehow blocking the hateful comments? But how? And if so, he must be watching the live too.
I smile wide, feeling tiny butterflies cause a storm in my stomach at the thought of the grump protecting me from hateful words. He doesn’t have to do that—not really. He’s being paid to protect me from physical pain, not emotional, yet he is doing it.
With a full and happy heart, I continue having fun while getting ready, but all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to see the beautiful man again.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
My heart beats wildly but determined.
Soon, heart. Just hold on a little while longer.
I focus on my hair next. The scent of coconut and sweet almond oil mingles in the air as I carefully dispense a few drops onto my palm, applying a thin layer to smooth out any unruly curls. I occasionally glance at the comments scrolling on the screen, responding to my followers’ questions.
A warm smile spreads across my face as more messages of positivity fill the screen.
MaliaCor: I love the top, E! The color totally suits you! I’m glad you’re wearing it again. ??
“Oh, wow, thank you so much!” I exclaim, my voice filled with genuine happiness as I read aloud some of the comments. “I’m really glad you like pink! It’s such a fun color, isn’t it?”
My fingers dance lightly across the screen, acknowledging each compliment with a heart emoji or a quick response. “You’re all so sweet,” I continue, my eyes sparkling with gratitude. “I’ve been trying out some new styles lately, and it means a lot to hear your kind words.”
The flood of encouragement continues to pour in, each comment lifting my spirits higher and pushing me closer to the girl I used to be before I only focused on the bad. “You’re beautiful, Ella!” one viewer writes. “Your curls are back,” chimes in another.
My heart skips a beat when I notice a familiar username: “AriannaKenton.” A rush of love floods my chest as I read the message that follows: “That’s my beautiful girl.”
Seeing my mother’s loving message amidst the sea of compliments from my followers makes my smile grow bigger and brighten my day.
“Mom!” I exclaim, my voice filled with emotion as I lean closer to the camera. “I’m so happy you’re here!”
The chat erupts with heart emojis and messages welcoming Mom. “Omg! No way! Hi, Arianna!” one viewer writes. “Queen,” another writes.
I take a moment to compose myself, my heart blooming with a thousand lovely emotions at once. “She is a queen indeed,” I began, my voice steady but touched with emotion. “You are a queen, Mom. You and Dad are my heroes… you mean everything to me.” I hold back the tears that threaten to fall, not wanting to ruin my makeup.
Mom’s response comes swiftly and pierces my heart in the best way. “You’re made of gold, Ellaiza. Always proud of you.”
With a tender smile, I mouth a silent “I love you” to the camera, my heart overflowing with love for my mother.
Soon after that, Mom leaves the chat with a “I love you, to Saturn and back.”
There’s no denying that throughout the live session, my confidence shines through, not just in my makeup skills or hairstyling techniques but in my ability to connect with my followers on a more personal level and not feel awkward about it. Some users ask personal questions, which I answer carefully, while others seek advice, which I give without hesitation.