Married to my nemesis

The letter? Prudence mused inwardly, but she wasn't given any letter, why would Vixen come back to Enim just because of a letter? 

Was there some connection she had with Enim? 

Her mind was wandering about so many things. 

"Hey, Enim," Addison tapped her as Enim jolted. 

"Just to ensure you're not suffering from memory loss, do you remember my name?" 

Oh-oh, Prudence could feel that was the way she was going to be caught, out of all questions, why would she inquire that? 

"Do you still remember my favorite color? What is my best stripping style? Do you still remember the first time I'd dyed my hair in this brothel? How was Madam's reaction? 

Enim looked at her speechless though she stayed calm, inwardly praying she could at least remember a memory of Enim. 

"Yeah, why are you asking so many questions? Hmm, your name is obviously-" holding her breath as she was about to answer the question she hoped. 

She'd completely forgotten what Madam had called her just something, she looked at her seeing those eyes that set on her like she was interrogated and then she was about to speak, men she never felt her heart thumped so fast, not until the door opened like an answered prayer then she released her breath in relief. 

The madam entered the room excited. 

"Oh you, this girl; you are the only one who makes me feel so joyous in this brothel. Thank you so much," she moved towards Enim, kissing her on the cheek and forehead, placing her hands on her cheek. 

Prudence felt disgusted by her actions, more like having the urge to choke the woman in one instant but it would destroy everything; the real Enim would cooperate with whatever action this Madam puts on her, and she disgracefully had to endure her actions. 

"What is it, Ma'am Joyce?" Addison asked curiously as Enim looked at the madam with a confused look, wondering what made her so excited. 

"I can't tell you but I have to say, you've just gotten me a big jackpot, Enim. I couldn't believe at first that you were my jackpot medium but when I saw it, oh my, I knew you were the key. What am I saying? You should get dressed now; a surprise is waiting for you." 

"But-" Enim was about to speak when she got cut by Joyce. 

"No, no, no, don't speak, you have to get dressed now, in fact, I'll choose the dress you have to wear, you'll be dressed like one of those fairies in princess attire. "

She muttered as she walked towards the wardrobe searching for a cloth When she couldn't find a suitable cloth for whatever the surprise was, she turned around. 

"You know what? I'll order you clothes for the event instead, but you have to get ready; the make-up artists will soon be here, and in the meantime, I'll send you the dress, okay?" 

"But, ma'am -" Just when she wanted to speak further, the woman excitedly vanished out of the room. 

"What's going on with her?" Enim asked as Addison shrugged her shoulders. 

"Maybe you've done something that brought Ma'am a huge sum of money." 

But what did Enim do that brought the madam so much joy and even money? 

Prudence mused. 

Not long after, the make-up artists came in along with a hairstylist. 

About to start with her hair, Addison came forward to check the products the stylists were going to use. 

"Hmm, I think you should do another kind of hairstyle; Enim loves her hair natural, not relaxed," Addison cautioned.

Hearing it, Enim quickly turned around, feigning to be concerned as she took the bottle just to take a look, but she took note of what the real Enim disliked. 

"Thank you so much," Not able to say Addison's name, she paused. 

"Enim, maybe you could do the box braids you said you were going to do," Addison suggested as Enim smiled, nodding. 

"Okay." 

"Ma'am Addison, maybe I should see the picture then." Like the universe was working in her favour, one of the hairstylists gave her the name of Enim's roommate. 

It took four hours to get her makeup and hair done; as the cloth came in, she wore it.

She came out of the bathroom just to relieve the girls of their anticipation. 

"Wow, to the princess of the kingdom, I'm sure whatever event ma'am is talking about, you'll be the queen out of everyone," Addison complimented. 

Enim walked to the wall-size mirror, taking a look at her appearance that made everyone's mouth drop.

She did look beautiful; her face was adorned with make-up; she couldn't recognize the Enim before, and with her hair done in a box braid, it reached to her butt. 

She couldn't help but admit it; the box braids were a big deal since she was enduring the pain. 

She wore a mini strapless silver dress, hugging her hips; it was done in a mermaid dress design, reaching above her knee as silver strap linen dropped the dress like sparkling fall water. With an off-shoulder style, she wore her shoulder since it was a backless dress, and then she fitted it with a silver heel. 

"I think we should take a picture," Addison said, and then there were a lot of photos with the transformed star. 

As they were taking pictures, Joyce entered the room, noticing who was in the spotlight. She was amazed seeing the amazing makeover. 

Emin was already beautiful, but seeing her in this transformation made her extraordinary; she couldn't help but worship the shining beauty. 

"Okay, okay, enough now. The beautiful maiden has to leave now." She held her hand, gently pulling Enim from the people. 

Prudence was still in wonder—what was going on? 

"Ma'am, what's going on?" she asked. 

"Don't worry, dear, I can't spoil the surprise; you will soon be there." 

Confused about the matter, she led her outside of the building; right at the entrance was a Porsche Cayenne waiting for her. Enim furrowed her eyebrows as the driver came out of the car, opening the door of the back seat. 

A man came out of the car, and from his hair, there was so much work done on it just to generate a valid handsome style. Their preparation was greatly appreciated; they were able to get his shoulder-length hair into a cornrow hairstyle, and he was dressed in a dark blue tuxedo and dark blue pants and then wore a dark blue shoe.

This made the two a matching theme. 

Eyeing him, Prudence was wondering what the matter was as the guy stared at her. 

Vixen's gaze on her was doing so many things to him.

Why; his desire was fueling; why was she so damn beautiful? 

Just the look of her made him try to control his dangerous spirit to take her right into the car; he could feel how tense he'd become. 

Vixen walked up the entrance stairs as he stretched his hand towards her. 

"Would Milady be willing to take my hand?" He said as a small smile formed on Enim's face, stretching her petite hand into his large hand. 

He held her, gently folding his hand around hers, and then he caressed it though Enim's eyes were on him. 

Prudence couldn't help but wonder what he was planning. 

Could what he was doing be probably part of the surprise he had told her last night? 

And why would the madam be so excited because of this?