Colina-Ven, a floating restaurant with a building manifested the shape of the luxurious white gate that opened the mellow wormhole and became the poised spot for passengers as one of them hopped inside. Beneath the building, a line of fancy suits and dresses customers patiently awaited.
In front of a crowd of customers, the manly robot wearing the dazzling purplish shoot stood, unshackling the horde of sparkles that morphed into the hardened bubbly wall. The wall's center spot instantly rolled the holographic white numbers for the next customers within the queue, "88".
The customers of no 88 were revealed to be the couple walking through the bubbly wall and entering the wormhole. After heading out from the wormhole, the couple looked at the interior in astonishment. They directly watched the entire room being coated by the radiating lavender floor with the glistening star motives.
Five silver-painted large chairs and a deluxe circular table made of gold rows occupied by the fancy-dressed customers. The fancy couple was even mesmerized by the white cocoon-shaped lamps planted in the room's center, illuminating the warm silver light that spread through the inside.
The inspection of the couple met a polite interruption as the silver female robots dressed as a waitress trumpeted high-pitched coughing noises into their ears. The couple panted in surprise at the robot's presence especially when it gave a humbling bow toward them, flickering the lights within its thin yellow eyes.
" Ms. Elisee Arcaeon and Mr. Robert Arcaeon nice to meet you and welcome to Colina Ven," The robot greeted.
"Greetings too," Mr.Robert replied timidly, wincing as his beloved prodded his shoulder in annoyance
"Allow me to guide you to your seat," The Robot spoke politely.
The couple traded their impressed stares before following the robots who swiftly walked to the left seat as it rotated, capturing the clean view of the empty seat. As the couple went to their chosen place, the group of three older women from the far left row painted their intrigued stares.
The older woman consisted of the dark-skinned woman with the long curvy black hair and magenta dress on the left chair and a short blonde woman with a hazel dresses and glossy blue sweater on the middle chair. Hona who wore the stretched white dresses and silver necklaces was also joined the older woman groups especially with her occupying the chair on the right row.
Although her two friends sheepishly smiled at the couple and recollected the memories of when they were still in the youth, Hona only unfolded her despondent glance at the purplish grape inside the thin glasses. It beckoned the short blonde woman to place her concern stare, gently patting her forehand.
"Hey, Hona, what's gotten to ya?" The blonde woman asked, convincing the dark-skinned woman to fixate her glance at Hona.
Hona scratched her arm and admitted, "It's about my daughter again."
"Although I'm gladful to receive the incentive wage, I'm still wanted to see her again," Hona professed, forcibly planting a smile of assurance.
The dark-skinned woman breathed out the hefty air and gave an advised, "Hey, Honna hun, gave your lovely daughter some time."
"Especially with your husband chastising her Superhero status," The dark-skinned woman reminded her friend's past story. "Probably, your daughter remained deeply wounded with his words despite her beingTriumph Maker."
"After all…she is just a human," The dark-skinned woman added, pressing her pity eyebrows.
"Candila isn't type of girl who got easily hurt by words, Laureen" Hona defied her friend's claim.
Laureen hummed and remarked, "I'm just stating my opinion regarding this."
"But come on, don't let yourself be consumed by sorrow and regret," The Dark Skinned Woman mentioned, marking her hand toward the blonde woman.
"You still have me and Augustina accompany you here," The Dark Skinned woman added, grinning cheerfully."
Laureen rolled her eyes and muttered, "Heck even Stepania is here too even though she is too much focusing on the makeup as always."
"At least the reason your daughter leaving you is for heroic duty unlike my daughter, Stellar who only did it because of some bad boy influencing her," Augustine bickered, crossing her arms and groaning.
"Even worse, that same bad man now left her for another woman just because she is pregnant," Augustine added, clapping her hand and cursing. "I wished karma could give a well deserve punishment to Cash Brustinus."
Laureen chuckled and teased, "Technically, you're too harsh and strict on Stellar even though her action is not right either."
"To be fair, yes. I only realized it when she got abandoned by that douce bag" Augustine admitted. "Luckily, I welcomed her back again, including her child too."
Capturing the advice and reminder from her close friend warmed Hona's beating heart as she sluggishly painted a relieved lip. She also gripped the grape glasses and took a tiny sip of it, blissfully chuckling. Hona smoothly grabbed the lipstick when pinning her reflection from the glasses, painting her lip below the left area.
"I guessed…I got carried away of thinking about my daughter's well-being," Hona professed, bursting out a high-pitched cackle.
"As a mother, I should be more pleased seeing my daughter achieve her dream as a superhero and a model," Hona added.
Laureen flapped her hand and remarked, "It's okay, Honna. Every mother does that, especially with those having strong attachments with their kids.
"I also sometimes miss my sweet boy, Adrian despite he already became a successful and impeccable businessman outside of Gloricon. At the same time, I'm still glad to meet him once a month," Laureen confessed pleasantly, retrieving her patting hand and grabbing the grape glasses.
"So my advice, keep a strong hopeful thought your heroic and supermodel daughter will reunite with you and your husband," Laureen suggested
Hona winked her left eye as she placed her lipstick on the table and said. "You're right, Laureen."
"I should keep my hopes up for my daughter visiting me and my husband one day," Hona said avidly.
The conversation between the olderman met a brief pause when Laureen and Augustine fixated their stares behind the empty stares. They unveiled their bewildered expression that attracted Hona to move her sight at the same exact spot as them. She was also drowned in bewilderements.
Stephania, a short curvy brown hair woman with velvet dress recently pulled the empty chair and sat onto it for occupying her seat. The three womans colored their disbelief jaw at the silk-white skin of Stephania's face, dazzling a shiny sparkle on her cheek. Moreover, their sight displayed that their friend became like in her twenties.
"Stephania…..what kind of powder brand do you used this time?" Hona asked, pointing her stammering finger at her fellow friend.
"Because your face is dashingly shiny," Hona claimed, gasping in surprised before tilting her head from left to right for further inspection.
Laureen repeatedly nodded and raised her gaze, "I don't even see any wrinkle in your face, Stephania."
"Like damn I'm so curious about it," Laureen said, repeatedly demanding. "Tell me, tell me, the bran,d please."
"Do you make deal with some kind of magical entity or something much more unknown?" Augustine commented, flinching in disbelief.
Stephania cackled and taunted joyfully, "Oh I see you all so curious about this splendid make up or the powder to make myself seemingly younger?"
"Curious, more like uncontrollable excitement to know your secret," Laureen countered, blissfully clapping.
Augustine jeered, "Rather than taunting, how about you show me your secret right now, Stephania."
"Calm down, calm down, sis," Stephania tried to tame the impatient between her two friends, drawing her two hands.
Hona chirped and provoked, "Then, show it your beauty secret only to us now."
Stephania hurriedly grabbed the particular object hidden within her sparkling violet bag as her three friends focused their intrigued stares at her. Nevertheless, Stephania stretched her smiling lip when pulling out the wanted object, which was a pinkish can of powder, "Rosemelia".
Hona and her two friends planted their amazed looks at the powder that was being placed on the table. Specifically, the three older women curiously pondered at Rosemelia's brand logo, coloring a snarky smirk on Stephania's face. A high-pitched chortle blared from Stephania's throat especially when noticed Hona pushed her captivated face closer to the powder.
"Rosemelia, interesting," Hona praised in fascination and blurted out permission. "Can I take a look at it, Stephania?"
Stephania nodded relaxedly, "Sure. Sure."
"I bet you ladies will quickly want to buy this," Stephania guessed, stroking her hands as her radiating white face brimmed more dazzles.
Laureen guffawed and spoke in disbelief, "You're fricking correct, but still seriously you only used this special powder?"
"Here is the most important question: where did you get this powder? Augustine asked, pressing her left eyebrow. "Or better question, did you buy this online or are there any hidden stores?"
"Because I never see this brand, let alone the product," Augustine proclaimed, observing at the powder that was recently being put on the table by Hona.
Augustine grunted, "And do not answer this question by a tease."
"Okay, okay, I got this impeccable powder from an online shop," Stephania clarified, tapping the powder can. "Especially on the newest makeup accessory. Even though it's already been advertised since last month, I'm still excited to purchase this brand-new product, my lovely friends!!"
"It means you already pre-ordered it?" Laureen asked, pressing her puzzling eyebrows toward her friend.
"Yup, this special powder contains Aldika flower that is well known to make people look younger and fresher," Stephania said, nodding her head and peeking at Honna, who picked up her phone with the shiny black casing.
Stephania whistled and guessed. "And I bet you wanted to purchase this special powder right now."
"Clever guess," Hona asserted, sliding her phone screen to the left and darting her thrilled stare toward her dazzling friend.
"Now the only thing you need to do is tell me the store's name and I will order it as fast as possible," Hona insisted to her friend.
"Because I don't like…seeing my friend is much prettier," Hona claimed, briefly gawking at the phone's screen.
Stephania grinned, "As always, you hated the idea of seeing someone in our circle who is more beautiful than you."
"With having the powder making your face like this, of course, I felt challenged," Hona taunted.
"Not only you, but me too, Hona," Augustine joined Hona's stance as she sneered. "It's not fair she's the only one who had those kinds of makeup.
Unbeknownst to the older women groups who were enthralled by the powder, a horde of microscopic purplish bugs fleeting from the powder's can gaping lines. The microscopic bugs radiated the translucent emerald lights within their eyes, scanning Honna, who would become the potential consumer.
The microscopic bug visions were transmitted into the giant navy blue holographic screen a distance away from its current direction. More specifically, the screen levitated inside Amalia's Galastar underground base and was examined by Martatoriot-Ox, who moaned tiredly and placed his palm on his face. Behind The Villain, a short orange-haired woman wearing a polished white suit with a long green skirt imperturbably watched the zoomed holographic screen recording, freeing an electrified jaw
"Watching these older women arguing about beauty is godly infuriating," Martatoriot-OX muttered, stretching his enchanted when he changed his attention toward the short-haired woman.
"As for you, it's a golden opportunity, isn't it? Ms Ga- or did I mean Ms.Gabriella Strinford?" Martatoriot-OX assumed.
"Indeed, indeed!" Gabriella Strinford replied keenly, raising her voice as she continued. "Seeing these older women interested in improving their faces warms my heart, Martatoriot-OX."
Gabriella Strinford put her folded hand on the forehead and said, "I hope Rosemilia can fully fulfill their beauty needs."
"Whatever you said," Martatoriot-OX uttered, rubbing his left arm.
"The only thing I can wish currently is one of the nauseating old women is the vile witch's mother," Martatoriot-OX added bleakly, wishing a suitable hostage for provoking his wicked nemesis.
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