Jessica observed my expression, and when she saw my smile, she clapped her hands together excitedly. "Kayleigh, I'm serious about hiring you, and if the offer isn't tempting enough, we can definitely negotiate. By the way, I have to ask—are you the one styling Arjun for his outings? His previous fashion sense was as off-putting as mustard in your eyes. Now, he looks like a celebrity on the red carpet."
I nodded. To choose Arjun's wardrobe, I bought countless men's fashion magazines and studied them carefully. I also went online to read about the history of men's fashion and its development over time. I even invested in courses on men's grooming and hair care. Arjun takes good care of himself and looks at least five years younger than me.
Jessica seemed intrigued. "With all that effort, why not give yourself a makeover?"
I sighed. Ever since I was little, I've loved taking care of dolls—making clothes for them, tucking them in with blankets, and using toy kitchen sets to pretend to cook. I've even seen a psychologist about it; I might just have a classic caregiver personality. I enjoy creating comfortable environments and taking care of others, ensuring they have the best possible experience. And most importantly, I have an eye for beauty. Whether it's a man or a woman, I appreciate attractive people. If I can bring happiness to someone good-looking, it gives me great satisfaction.
Arjun is quite handsome, and I've been charmed by his looks. I just couldn't help it. Similarly, I can't seem to dislike Jessica. She has a slim waist, an impressive bust, long legs, and her feet look delicate and fair in her high heels. Her eyes are exotically almond-shaped, her lips have a captivating curve, and her chin has a distinctive cleft that adds to her allure. When Jessica smiles at me, my heart flutters.
I'm confident that my preferences are normal; it's just that her beauty is breathtakingly striking. Arjun is attractive too, but he falls short of Jessica's allure. When he was younger, he resembled Keanu Reeves with a more refined presence. That's why I enjoyed dressing him up—he was a sight to behold. However, over the years, his charm has faded due to his indulgent lifestyle.
After I explained this to Jessica, she gazed at me with narrowed eyes for quite some time. Her look made me feel warm all over. Please, don't flirt with me—we're supposed to be rivals in love.
