Day after day Crystal was taught new lessons the next day she had learnt how to control her conversations, manipulate people and how to have a people hanging on her every word".
She was told how to eat, sleep and even told when to do body gestures it had been 15 days and now she new how to handle situations walk with, confidence and learnt different tones of voices.
"Are you listening Crystal? Izzy asked
"Yea what were you saying?" Crystal asked sheepishly.
"The main thing that need to be changed is your attitude you treat people as if they were your slaves" Izzy cried earnestly.
"You have to treat people with respect but always showing them your in charge if you want something ask pleasantly but speak with authority"
"Err" Crystal stammered outraged.
"Oh right here we go you want to buy a phone now speak to me using every thing I've taught you" ordered Izzy.
"Excuse me madam I was looking for a phone saydame have you got it in stock?" enquired crystal standing straight with her head bent slightly to the right.
"I could check for you" Izzy replied
"Excuse me I am a busy women and I would appreciate it if you hurried" Crystal replied smiling.
"Oh babe much better now we can move on to the second part of your makeover!"
Hours later Crystal was sat with a mirror in front of her and Izzy was torturously tweaking her eyebrows.
"Girl this is meant to hurt just chill"
After hours of plucking, blow-drying and beautifying Crystal face she was finally aloud to look in the mirror.
Amazed she looked at the girl reflected back at her her hair had been dyed different shades of red and strands were a goldy yellow. Her eyes were adorned with black kohl pencil and mascara making them look mysterious and secretive.
Her lips looked fuller and more defined they were smeared with gloss and outlined with a light pink. Her cheeks looked healthy and blusher was applied to her cheekbones giving shape to her face overall the effect was breathtaking she looked gorgeous her hair had been curled and fell softly around her face. She barely recognized herself.
Looking at the change Crystal inspected every inch of her face. Perfect she murmured deep in thought so could think of no reply when asked weather she liked it. Did she like it? No she loved it.
"Darling you look great" beamed Izzy somewhere above her left shoulder. "One minute I forgot your outfit" Izzy cried as she dived into her wardrobe she brought out the bag she had brought earlier that month.
Suddenly interested Crystal turned captivated by what lay inside.
Inside was a lilac top silky material adorned with pink sequins and embroidery the sleeves were flared and long.
Next Izzy pulled out a gypsy skirt knee length a darker shade of purple with three little pink flowers on the bottom right hand corner. "Sandals" she heard Izzy say as she pulled out a pair of flip-flops like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat.
"Go on try it on babe" Izzy cried excitedly as she walked out the room.
Some time later she felt she were in a trance self consciously she peered into the mirror outside Izzys room. Izzy had insisted she go out and have a look in the full length mirror the flip flops were pink and covered with purple sequins and there was a pink clip added to her startling red hair suddenly she was angry the girl in the mirror looked happy almost angelic however that didn't go with her image. She wore leather and had always had black hair falling around her face untidily keeping her hidden protected even now not only had she changed her look and personality she had become soft hearted
"Babe what's up? I don't like the look on your face" Izzy asked concern in her voice as she put one petite hand on her shoulder.
Was this really her with a toss of her hair she twirled "course I'm fine" Crystal smiled calmly running her fingers through her hair leaving ripples where her hand had been Izzy both looked surprised and crestfallen.
"What's up?" Crystal drawled.
"Something bothering you? Tell all"
Sitting in her mansion a week later she went over Izzy response to the out come of her makeover. Basically Izzy was disappointed and wanted the old Crystal back she had yelled that she had ruined crystals personality and would never forgive herself. After all she had taught me she had definitely not taken her own advice Crystal mused absentmindedly.
She was interrupted from her train of thoughts with her maids arrival. Turning she smiled formally "yes and what brings you here?" Crystal asked tapping irritatingly on her hand rest. Sanama wishes to talk to you urgently. Milane stammered. "Humm tell him I'll be in touch as soon as I can anything else? Crystal asked pleasantly.
"No nothing" Milane replied surprise evident on her face her maid turning slowly left the room.
"What could Sanama possibly want?" Crystal mumbled
"Who cared now Izzy that was something worth thinking about her reaction to Crystal was both puzzling and annoying after her outburst she had pleaded with Crystal to act her usual self" appalled at Izzy's whining and stupidity she had taken the first flight back to her welcoming mansion the very next day. Izzy had acted childishly and her bubbly character seemed to have faded.
Crystal turned admiring her face in the mirror others would think she were vain Crystal thought moodily. As she twisted a strand of hair around and around her index finger an hour later she was sitting in front of Sanama.
Come to think of it it was not so long ago she had sat there worried and apprehensive about the fight that lay ahead of her? she grinned sneakily.
Admiring the difference she sat calmly composed her right leg gracefully positioned above her left her hands resting lightly on the hand rest. Her eyes staring straight into Sanama's she had decided it would be better to go to Sanama rather then having him ring her repeatedly.
"Did you kill her?" he blurted his eyes wide his breathing uneven.
Crystal observed him knowing he would be feeling agitated she stayed quite knowing the suspense was killing him.
"Maybe, maybe not" she smirked moving forward towards him.
From this distance she could see moisture on his upper lip and more gathering on his eyelids disgusted she pondered what was up with Sanama. He was definitely acting weird
"What seems to bothering you Sanama?" she asked not moving away her head inches away from his
"You know how I feel about missions there important to me I just wanted to know how you were progressing" he gabbled.
Speaking quickly hissing she gazed into his eyes "The truth this time" she hissed pausing after each syllable. "Crystal I just want a straight answer but I know I'm not going to get one am I?" he paused as if waiting for her to answer. As she merely stared at him her eyes blank a hit of annoyance in her eyebrows. Sanama stared this Crystal was not like the girl he had known she had changed something was different gone was the young stubborn girl. Instead in her place was a determined young women with attitude he new she wouldn't take no for an answer. Sighing he opened the top cabinet and handed her a photo album.
Crystal casually opened it still staring finally she looked down. On the front page was a woman pretty probably in her twenties she was hugging Sanama a wide grin on her face. They both looked unusually happy Sanama looked much younger turning the pages she noticed there were a lot more pictures of Sanama and the women. In some they were holding hand others they were looking dreamily into each others eyes.
As she flickered towards the end she saw pictures of a baby year after year growing older looking more familiar by the picture the girl she was looking at was Asha. Not particularly bothered she asked what Asha's pictures were doing in such a corny album.
Satisfyingly she noticed a blush on his neck creeping its way up towards his face. "Asha's mother Lilly was my wife and Asha was our daughter when Lilly discovered you she hated you at sight. At the time I was proud of you your gift, your determination, your skill Lilly believed I cared for you more then Asha. When Asha was three years olds Lilly decided to leave me she didn't want her precious child to be marred by my wicked organization.