Rise To Riches: The Rejected Son-in-law's Revenge

chapter 10

Nathan's POV

"Scott, can you please stop hovering around me? It's annoying," Nathan complained, turning to face Scott with irritation written all over his face.

Scott rolled his eyes but didn't make any effort to leave the walk-in closet they were both in. Instead, he leaned against one of the shelves, arms crossed, and continued to stare at Nathan.

It was funny how Scott felt the need to follow him everywhere to assure him that he didn't have to go to the charity gala.

Since they left the office earlier that day, Scott hadn't left his side. If Scott had not noticed, he was not being forced to attend the gala. He simply wanted to go based on his own personal reasons.

Nathan sighed, "I guess you're not going to leave me alone," he grumbled.

Scott smirked, "damn right bro," he replied.

Rolling his eyes, Nathan went back to what he was doing. If Scott would just leave him be, he could figure out what to wear for the party.

" Remind me again who's the older twin…" he sassed.

" You of course. Though I've lived longer than you" Scott replied, throwing the jab straight at his face.

He understood what Scott meant by the statement he made and he took it lightly. One thing he was learning to understand about Scott was his tendency to deliver well deserved jabs as jokes at anyone. It becomes your business if you missed the joke and took it seriously.

He looked at the assortment of shirts displayed on the shelves. Why did rich people buy clothes when they already had more than enough in their closet? For some reason, Scott had kept his brother's closet well stocked even while Nathan was in the hospital in a coma.

He sighed and pulled out a black and orange color patterned shirt that caught his eye. He should have expected Scott to react.

"Seriously, you're not going to wear that to a charity gala, I hope?" Scott chimed in from his spot.

Nathan sighed again and dropped the shirt on the dressing table. He had no idea how to dress for a charity gala. He didn't even know what they did at those events. The real Nathan would have known which clothes to wear and how to get ready, but he was clueless.

"I was just checking it out," he defended himself, scanning through the shelves again and looking lost. He saw everything as clothes to wear. He could even wear a hoodie and jeans but apparently, rich people wore clothes to make bold statements, and he was now among the rich.

Scott eyed him before sighing. He walked over to where Nathan was standing clueless and pulled out a sky blue shirt from the pile hanging on the shelves. And he didn't stop there, he also grabbed another shirt, a white one with a dotted design on it.

His brother raised both shirts up in front of Nathan and grumbled, " choose one…"

Nathan examined both shirts in Scott's hands and immediately knew which one he wanted to wear for the gala night.

"The white one... I think it would suit me better," he said.

From the look on Scott's face, he knew he made the right choice. He smirked.

"I thought so. It's not too flashy. We wouldn't want you to steal the show," Scott muttered.

Nathan frowned. Why would he be the center of attention in the first place? Deciding to ignore Scott's comment, he watched his brother pick out a dark blue suede tux and place it on the dressing table. He smiled. It seemed like Scott knew what he wanted.

"I think this one would go well with the tux," Scott mumbled, grabbing a black tie and holding it up against Nathan's chest before adding it to the pile on the dressing table.

" What would I do without you…" Nathan teased.

His brother scoffed, " absolutely nothing, Nathan…" he answered with a chuckle.

Scott's phone rang, interrupting their conversation, and he took it out of his pocket, "It's probably the stylist. They should be here by now..." he said as he answered the call.

Nathan frowned, wondering why they had a stylist coming to the house. He watched Scott tell the person on the other end to wait in the living room before hanging up.

Not wanting to raise suspicion that he wasn't actually Nathan, he kept quiet and didn't ask about the stylist. The real Nathan would probably know why the stylist was there.

After choosing Nathan's outfit for the evening, Scott finally left to get ready himself. It took Nathan a few minutes to put on the shirt and tux before he realized he didn't know how to tie a tie.

He contemplated dropping the tie and just going the way he was, but something told him that it wouldn't go well with Scott.

He heard a knock on his door and mumbled, "Come in." Thinking it was Scott coming to the rescue.

The person who entered his room was a stranger. He had been in the house for weeks and this was the first time Nathan was seeing the person. He was already familiar with the staffs and helpers in the house.

"Who are you?" he asked hoarsely.

The person blinked before clearing his throat, "I'm Kim, your stylist. Scott asked me to get you ready first since he's not done yet," he explained.

Nathan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. They had a stylist to dress them for a charity gala? A party? He initially wanted to tell Kim that he could dress himself, but then he remembered that he couldn't tie a tie, so he nodded, and walked over to the seat that Kim had set up in front of the mirror.

He wanted to make an impression that night and send a message to the Ross family if they were going to be in attendance. The best way to do that was to look like the most fashionable and best man out there. He stared at Kim through the mirror and nodded, signaling for him to proceed.

He watched as Kim opened a box and pulled out various make up brushes. One brush caught his eye immediately since he had seen Piper use it before when getting ready to go out.

Without being asked, Kim took the tie that Nathan was still holding and expertly tied it around his neck. Nathan attempted to follow the movements of Kim's hands but quickly gave up after missing two steps. He would ask Scott to show him later, he thought.

Within twenty minutes, Kim had completely transformed his appearance, to the point where it took Nathan a moment to recognize his own reflection in the mirror. There was only one word to describe himself: exquisite.

"Nice job," he commented. There was no need to get too caught up in his own appearance.

"Thanks... that's why I come highly recommended," Kim replied, packing up his things.

Nathan tried not to roll his eyes. The stylist was good and didn't hesitate to show off his skills. He glanced at his reflection once more in the mirror as Kim left his room and couldn't help but smile.

Living as Lucas, the son-in-law of Elton Ross, hadn't given him the chance to dress up or wear luxurious clothes and accessories. While Piper and her family went out to social events, he always stayed at home. He couldn't believe he was about to attend one of those fancy gatherings.

He lifted his finger to touch his the black tint on his eyes but stopped midway, not wanting to ruin Kim's work. He had a feeling the stylist took great pride in his skills and would be furious if Nathan messed up his makeup.

He stood up, and with a confident smile, grabbed the phone that Scott had given him. As he looked at himself one final time in the mirror, he felt rich, like a million bucks.

Time to conquer the world, Nathan thought, leaving his room.