➸ CHAPTER 5
Kendra Martinez's POV

                 When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I felt my mouth dropped open. "Holy shit." I gasped.

............... Rewind .................

Earlier this time...

        They dragged me into a private room. Oh my gosh! The service must be expensive! I thought.

The first thing they told me was that they were going to give me a facial treatment to remove my big spores, pimples, and oily skin. Yes, I had those three. I'm not perfect but those imperfections make me a normal teenager.

They removed my glasses and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. I still don't know why I'm here but I should just go with the flow so they wouldn't get irritated with me.

The next step they did was put some kind of mask onto my face and placed cucumber on my eyes. It felt very cold and refreshing. I would definitely want to do this when I'm stressed over my academics or something else. While pampering my face, I knew that they had cleaned and painted my nails neatly.

When they were done with cleaning my face, they proceeded in fixing my hair. For reals.

The team tried to brush my hair and they were quite rough about it so it kind of hurt a little. Though, they have managed to pull through and untangle my nest of a hair. I really thought that I would break their hair brush with my long hair. 

I don't actually brush my hair at home because I really want it to look a little messy but then the effect of not brushing your hair hurts; especially if you're just combing it right now. Then, they proceeded to wash my hair with shampoo, followed by blow drying my hair.

I didn't really want to colour it so they just trimmed my hair and put some treatment on it because as I recall, my hair had been so greasy and frizzy during the past few days. Going to salons and getting makeovers weren't my thing but this is one part of my revenge plan so I will just bear all the discomfort.

After four hours at the salon,

They made me try one of the clothes that Ronnie and Abby bought for me. I changed into a tight white shirt, paired it with denim shorts and red converse. It feels different because I usually wear loose and baggy clothes.

Actually, I love wearing loose clothes. There's nothing wrong with it! It's just that Ronnie, Abby, and the team want me to wear clothes that accentuate my figure even if it's just a normal shirt and shorts. Though I felt really self-conscious of my appearance; I still don't know what I look like because they wouldn't let me see my reflection at the mirror.

Would I look good or okay? Would I finally look as the desirable women all guys want?

They even plucked my eyebrows for god sake! Damn, that hurts because I have never plucked it in my life. Macy's team told me that I had the 'cave man' eye brows so I reacted. It wasn't that bad! I pouted because I saw some models with thick, gorgeous eyebrows like Cara Delevigne.

They said I ain't Cara.

They continued to put make up on my face. I know some people don't like makeup but I kind of like it. Not too much though, no one likes a cake face. It just feels different and it makes me feel confident but I don't like the feel of the foundation, concealer, and bronzer for it makes my face feel heavy. I just want to put some mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick all day.

Macy's co-worker thought me the basics on how to put makeup. I would still ask Abby or Ronnie because they were both good at it. They could always rock the smoky eyes or even the dark lips!

Okay, so they might have done the whole package on me. Everything! That's what makes it expensive I guess.

I mean seriously, I'm not that wealthy like my parents because I'm trying to save my own money. Although my parents have the position of Betas, how can I show them that I'm responsible in the finance category?

The team even did waxing on me and oh my, it hurt more than the eyebrow plucking. It was the most awful experience I had but you know what they say, 'Pain is Beauty'.

So when they were finished with me, they finally agreed to let me see my own reflection.

Dragging me in front of the mirror with my eyes closed, they told me to turn around in 3, 2, 1...

I turned.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt my mouth dropped open. "Holy shit." I gasped, never taking my eyes off of the mirror. Was this truly me? I walked closer to it. I touched my face.

It feels different.

That's not me. Really.

Was I really that unattractive all this time? Hey, I know I'm a nerd and all but I thought I looked pretty cute with glasses. I guess I was never horrid looking after all. I just needed to fix myself a bit and I would actually look nice.

But the team told me that not wearing glasses makes my eyes pop. It enhances my features because it doesn't hide my face anymore. Well, I don't really have bad eye grade, it's just that I used that for reading and hey, it makes me look smart!

My hair was trimmed, shiny, and soft. I also no longer have the 'caveman' eyebrows that they say. I really liked my old eyebrows before though. My nails were painted a baby pink and my toes were painted a sky-blue.

After a few minutes, Abby and Ronnie finally checked on me and when they saw me, they stopped and stared. I just smiled and nodded my head.

They snapped out of it and ran towards me, screaming their heads off. Good thing we're in a private room if not then people would be disturbed hearing them scream like a banshee.

"Oh my gosh! You look different bitch! If I was gay, I'd totally have the hots for you!" Abby exclaimed with a huge smile that matched Ronnie's. I laughed at her words.

"Holy crap! Archer is seriously going to regret rejecting you now!" Ronnie said. Would he really? It might not have an effect on him after all.

Abby nodded, "Yeah, I can't wait to see his face." If they were happy with my looks then I was happy too. I'm joyful that my friends like my new look.

I appreciate having friends like them. The ones that care for your wellbeing and will always have your back. They were the best and no one else could beat them.

I looked at the salon workers. They were the reason of my new look and the reason of my newfound confidence. I thanked them for everything they have done. "Macy thanks for everything. Thank you also for your other workers as well. You guys are my fairy godmothers and miracle workers. I can't thank you enough but I know I would comeback soon with my friends again." I said smiling at them. They grinned back at me because I appreciated their efforts to make me look beautiful. Their kindness was something I value.

Despite the fact that I was cursing the world because of my rejection, I realized there were good people like Macy and her team.

"No problem. We were just doing our jobs. It was actually quite fun! You were never ugly even, just a diamond hidden in a rough." Macy commented. They thought I was beautiful before the change? Wow, I have never thought of that.

"Do you think you could give me a makeover next time?" Abby gave a sheepish smile. What? She's so gorgeous already! If that's what she wants then she should go for it.

"Of course! Come back anytime you want." Macy replied with a huge smile.

We expressed our gratitude to them again and paid for the expense. My friends tipped them big too for transforming me into a better, more beautiful person.

Hey, just because we are now friends with Macy don't mean the treatment is free you know but she did give us a big discount so we were fine with that. I hope the change in my appearance would be worth it.

Driving home, Ronnie made a quick stop at Burger King for food because we were really hungry. That was hard work in the salon.  Wait, I wasn't even doing a thing! Well, the happiness and excitement made me hungry.

After that, we finally went straight to my home. I saw my house in a distance and they questioned me if I was really okay or if I was hurting. Yes, I have such thoughtful friends. I told them I was fine of course. I didn't want them to worry about me. I also thought that I needed to get used to my new look right now. What would happen on my party? What would the people's reaction would be? Would he even notice and like my new look?

Abby dropped me off to my porch. I grabbed my bags and thanked her for the ride. I was really tired with all the shopping and makeover. As I entered the house, I was greeted by my mother.

"Hello mother!" I greeted excitedly. "What do you think?" I asked and did a little twirl. Her face lit up like fireworks.

"Oh dear! You look beautiful! My baby caterpillar transformed into a beautiful butterfly!" She exclaimed looking at me like it was the first time she saw me. "Thank you, mother." I said as I hugged her. The butterfly reference was funny though.

"Hey honey, why don't you show your new look to you father and brother. They're in the movie room." She smiled warmly. I thought about that. I don't know how my father and Kenneth would react if they knew that my mate rejected me. They were pretty much the over-protective males in the pack.

I mumbled a small 'okay' and walked to our movie room. I saw that both of them were watching basketball. They were both shouting like crazy men as if the players can hear them. I went in front of the TV and blocked it from their gaze. They stopped shouting and looked at me. "Move! Wait, who are you miss? Are you lost in our house?" Whoa, did my looks change that even Kenny didn't notice me. How cool is that!

"It's me, Kendra. Hello? I live here as well!" I said expecting them to take a look at me clearly.

They looked at each other, and then their gaze was on me again. My father and brother's eyes almost looked like they were going to fall out of their sockets.

"Whoa, Kendra you look different! I mean the good kind of different." He grinned at me but returned watching again. "Now will you please move? You're blocking the game over here." My brother was trying to get a look at the TV and so is my father. "But I need to talk to you guys!" I said trying to get their undivided attention. "Later!" My father shouted. I tried on calling them more but they just wouldn't listen.

So I devised a plan to plug the television off.

When the television was shut off, they tried to open it with the remote. They shouted in agony because it was the finals. "Finally, I got your attention right?" I said. "What do you want dear?" My father sighed.

Here it goes.

"My mate rejected me." I stated seriously. It was silent for a moment, and then my brother barked, "What! Why didn't you say anything?" If this was a cartoon, you would definitely see steam come out of his ears and nose. But to say they were pissed would be an understatement. "Well, I was going to say it you but you wouldn't remove your gaze from the television." I rolled my eyes at them.

"Who's the dumbass that rejected my baby girl?" My father boomed loudly.  I kept my eyes trained on the floor and mumbled 'His' name. "Who? I can't hear you." My father sighed.

"It's Alpha Archer, father." My voice was barely a whisper but I knew they had heard it because of his werewolf hearing. My father suddenly met my eyes and the two of us fell into silence. Kenneth on the other hand, snapped. "I'll kill him! How could he do this to you?" My brother growled not liking the idea of his baby sister hurt.

"He told me that I'm just a geek and that I was not good enough to be the Luna of our pack." I said my voice almost cracking. I still can't get over it!

"Is he the reason why you didn't come outside your room last night?" My brother asked. He got me.

"Yes. I really wanted to calm myself that time." I sighed and continued, "Don't worry about me, brother. I know he is your best friend and all but I would give him hell for the hurt he caused." I told him.

I also remembered that they were the best of friends. "Don't destroy your friendship because of me. I don't want to come in between you two."

"Best friend my ass. If he doesn't accept you, then he doesn't accept me as his best friend too." My brother growled. "But I don't want you to ruin your friendship!" I exclaimed.

Archer was his best friend. I can't be that selfish!

"Stop arguing! It's getting annoying." My father grumbled. Uh-oh, I forgot he was here.

"Are you sure you don't want me to beat him up?" Kenneth asked more calmly right now. "No, I'm sure." I replied.

"Now I know he's your mate but I couldn't challenge him. I just know one thing; do whatever it takes to give him hell, darling." My father smiled devilishly.

"Yeah, I plan to do just that." I retuned the smile.

"Now that's my girl." He commented with a proud smile.

I would get my revenge and make him realize what he had lost.

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A U T H O R' S   N O T E 💖

Hello, my beautiful readers!
How are you all doing today? I don't know why but I feel terrified. I just hope that this story will turn out well.
This is an original story btw and I want to know your opinion if it's going good for me to continue it or nah. So, what do you think about Kendra's transformation? Yeah, like a Cinderella fairytale. I just didn't want to create a book that the protagonist would runaway after rejection. Anyway, just wait for the next chapter 'cause I've been planning things a head.

Thank you for everything!
- Hannah 💖

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