“All is well, but I am here for her,” Micah said to Alita's shocked face.
“Me?”She looked at her boss, confused.
“We have a wedding to attend for my uncle, a betrothal for Andres, the annual nonsense with my grandmother in Argentina, and college,” Micah said.“We are going to need to look like regular teens.I need a makeover and so does she.Our clothing for the wedding, and Andres andmi Abuelo’sgathering, we shall need to coordinate in my color of emerald green, so dresses and dinner jackets.Same for the wedding and betrothal.She will still need to be able to carry her knives, so the undergarments must be suitable.”
“Okay, hair and makeup?”Tim asked, not the least bit surprised at the request since Micah had pretty much covered it all in the phone call.
Micah looked at Alita.“Her skin is flawless.Nothing heavy, but please teach her how to accentuate, a tad bit of lip color or whatever she is comfortable with, and the hair is up to her, but if I had a preference, the length is ideal.Perhaps some easy styles with clips or the little cutesy things young ladies use?”
“Oh, okay,” Tim said, giving Micah a once over.“Anything else?”
“We will not live on campus,” he said.“We will need to learn to make meals, simple to prepare with variety.I am willing to learn to make these meals as well.We do not know how to shop for food or make the groceries.”
“Well, shit, how much time do we have to learn all of this?”
“I have allocated four days,” Micah said.“Would it be an imposition to stay with you during this time?I can book a hotel room, but for safety purposes for us both, being with an adult in a controlled environment eases the mental stress on me.”
“Say less, I got you,” Tim said, looking at the young man.He knew Yuñior was fully tattooed, and since Micah was 18, he should have been as well.He asked, “Oh, do you have all of your ink?”
“I do,” Micah said.
“Then, I will need to see it, measure you, and her as well,” Tim said.
“She can go first,” Micah commented.“Please stay where I can hear as you measure her; however, I will not look.”
He rolled the suitcase out of the pathway of the entry and took his laptop from his satchel.Micah took a seat at the table as Alita tried desperately to hide her tears.She was happy that he saw her as a woman and not just as his guard and companion.
“Oh, and Tim,” he said, sliding over a bag of cash, “she will need a few nice pieces of jewelry as well.Take your fee from the bag, for clothing, room and board, and the lessons.”
Tim opened the bag of cash and saw stacks on stacks.“Damn, I like you people.Let's get to work.Come on honey; let me get you measured.Also, let down your hair.”
Alita pulled the pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back.Tim gasped as he ran his hands through it.He began to shimmy his shoulders.
“This is going to be fun!!!”
Chapter 4- Mischance
