In a blink of an eye, Natalia Vasiliev's arms dropped, and her legs wobbled like jelly. She almost turned deaf with how loudly her teeth chattered as she lived through every second of her nightmare called Olivia. 

She slumped in the chair and her eyes met Olivia's. A million thoughts ran through Natalia's head—all of which were horrible things that Olivia might do to harm her. 

Natalia knew what Olivia was capable of, but she was confident that her brothers would protect her at all costs. How foolish of her to think she would go unscathed for the things she did against Olivia. How silly Natalia must be to think Olivia wouldn't retaliate on her machinations. Slowly, Natalia felt every molecule of her body dissipate into the air. 

Her eyelashes fanned as her eyelids grew heavy. And just as she closed her eyes, her mind drowned in the silhouette of Olivia, turning her golden locks into ashes.

"That's so evil," Ava whispered with the softest voice she could possibly manage. To be honest, she didn't know what to feel after witnessing Natalia faint in her seat. 

When Emily shushed her, Ava watched with wide and laser-focus eyes akin to a child witnessing a science lab experiment for the first time as Olivia worked on Natalia's hair, stopping at an inch away from her scalp.

Ava didn't want to wake up the sleeping princess, not when Olivia was busy burning a portion of Natalia's hair. But the laughter of Olivia and Emily was contagious. She covered her lips when a snort escaped from her c.h.e.s.t.

"Oh, she's knocked out cold. What do we do now?" Emily asked and took a sip of her champagne.

"Time to play dress-up," Olivia beamed at her gal pals, satisfied with her work of art. 

An hour later, Natalia woke up to voices echoing around the room. She could hear ladies happily chatting as if they were on a picnic. 

She didn't want to open her eyes, afraid of what she would see in the mirror. The image of Olivia igniting her hair into flames was still fresh in her mind. Add to that the smell that lingered in the room.

"Girlfriend is up," Emily mused. She removed the ball gag off Natalia's mouth. "It's better to hear her beg, don't you think?"

Much to Emily's chagrin, Natalia was still woozy, shaking her head and repeatedly apologizing to everyone including Ava whom she did nothing wrong.

"I'm sorry," Natalia uttered, but her apology wasn't enough for Emily.

"Sorry won't cut it, Missy. First of all, what you did back then cost me my job," Emily seethed. 

How could she forget how her name was dragged through the mud after the incident? How could she forget that painful day when she had to sit through an hour of fingers pointing at her—the board blaming her and her 'incompetence' to secure the vicinity?

Knowing in her heart what was about to come, Emily held her chin high and slipped her resignation on the table—stepping down from her position as head curator of the Cultural Center.

Ignoring Natalia so Emily wouldn't gnash the former's veneers, the latter focused on the nail she was sprinkling with glitters.

"Please don't hurt me," Natalia croaked, but all she heard was a snort from Emily.

"Is your body aching?" Emily asked.

Natalia's brows furrowed at the question. She closed her eyes for a second to get a feel of all her limbs but she couldn't even detect a pinch of pain in her body. "No. I feel… rested."

"Bet you did. You were sleeping for an hour while we gave you the spa treatment of your life, Princess," Emily said in a sarcastic tone. 

It irritated Natalia, but she held back her tongue lest she irked her captors and lose something more tonight.

From the corner of Emily's eyes, she saw Ava pick up a color that would compliment Natalia's complexion, so she had to stop her gal pal from using it on their human doll.

"I'm not sure that color will suit her," Emily trailed off. She took a sip of her champagne and let the bubbly drink c.a.r.e.s.s her throat. She smiled, but it was not because of the beverage but because of how sweet revenge tasted like.

Sitting on the carpeted floor, Ava peered up and pouted. "Are you sure?" She exhaled loudly, disappointed at herself for picking the wrong color. 

Dropping Natalia's hand, Ava's eyes darted to Olivia who was sitting across her. "I don't want to change the palette. It's hard to even paint these toenails. Look at how curly and long they are," she exasperated but still continued on with her job, laser-focus on painting her set of nails.

"Just… don't use that color," Emily's eyes widened, hoping that Ava would get her drift but the girl was so clueless, she even mouthed a "What?"

If Emily's hands weren't full at that moment, she would have facepalmed right then and there.

Suddenly, Natalia fought against her restraints. "What are you doing to me?" Natalia wondered out loud. To her luck, Olivia was in the mood to speak and answer the question.

"Giving you a makeover," Olivia deadpanned before bringing her focus back on the strip of curly nail she was holding out. "And I'm dooone." 

Olivia then took a photo of Natalia's nails and flipped her phone so their doll would see the end product. "Tadaaaah!" Olivia presented the photos to Natalia, and zoomed the photo just so the latter could see how intricate details were poured on her new set of nail extensions.

To the gal pal's surprise, Natalia passed out once again.

"Boriiiing," Olivia huffed. She quickly dialed Maxen's number to inform him that they were done with their playdate with Natalia.

It didn't take long before Konstantin was back to pick up his sister and was wondering to himself if he went through all the trouble of lying and manipulating his sister just so Olivia could play nail salon.

"This is it?" Konstantin asked as he carried Natalia out of the suite.

"About that… Tell your sister, I used a different bond in her extension. If she wants those things off her, then she has to come and beg it from me."