Chapter seven

Chapter 7

Eden pov

A makeover? I leaned forward trying to read the name of the building we stopped in front of a huge glass building with cursive letters which read ‘Extraordinary’. Great. He brought me to a beauty salon.

“You should’ve told me ahead of time and I would’ve gotten ready-” I turned to him. “In my house, by myself.”

“Would you have really? Tell me Eden, if I had called you earlier and you supposedly picked my call and I told you to clean up, dress nice and meet up with me?” his brows rose in judgement and a smug smile spread on his face. He could see the answer written on my face. Of course not.

“Whatever- so what do I get to do?” I asked leaning back in the seat.

“You go in and get your thing done.” He said.

“You make it sound so easy.” I grumbled folding my hands across my chest.

“It is E, it’s not rocket science.” He stated like I was a middle schooler.

“My name is Eden not E,” I corrected him, he should know that we were still enemies and not friends, even ac