Richie

Richie.

Richie glanced at his Rolex wristwatch over and over again, hoping that Kate would strut out of the dressing room, miraculously loving one of the dresses she had taken in there earlier but that didn’t happen.

He was tired as well as famished but now he was caught up with Kate who had insisted that he followed her wedding shopping because she doesn’t have anyone else to go with her.

A few minutes later, she came out all clad in a beautiful wedding dress that flowed all the way to a few meters behind her. It was extravagant and suited her slightly plump figure.

“How about this one?” Kate asked, swirling around in circles in front of Richie as she tried to make him have a good view of the dress she was trying on.

It was beautiful just like the last one she had worn, and the one before that. In fact, everything she’s worn has been nothing short of perfect on her but he knew that she wouldn’t believe that if he told her.

“Beautiful, the pearls make your eye stand out prettily.” He