The long-awaited break time. I fell asleep without having dinner yesterday and woke up this morning way too excited to put anything into my stomach."Would that be all?" the server asks."Yes please."After such a lengthy and exquisite introduction to the basics of fashion, I just want to find a quiet corner away from humans and eat this food. I take a quick scan of the room and find a nice corner."So... Jordan?? North America's golden boy, a big catch if I must add." Melvin says, settling down beside me."You don't sound pleased." I say irritated."Well, Bryan's my friend too.""Your point, Melvin?" I ask, grabbing my tacos."I never took you for a woman who loved bad boys. Do you have any idea of his records?""I'll appreciate it if we do not talk about my fiance. Not that you deserve any explanation, but just so you know, he's a changed person."Melvin's laughter fills booms causing people to turn towards us."You are making a scene." I say through greeted teeth, suddenly feeling
I'm still in shock that Patricia spoke to me like that. I have always respected her wish, and I’ve never made her feel like this isn’t her house either. I don’t get where this is coming from, and it makes my heart sink.I leave the room wondering how a simple statement and question could lead to such an outburst. Patricia's reaction took me completely by surprise. Could it be wedding cold feet, or is she just stressed from fashion school?If she needs space, then I might as well respect her wish. I head back to my home office to finish up with work, but my mind keeps going back to her words and wondering what the cause of her outburst could be. An hour and a half later, I finally finish up. Under normal circumstances, this work should have taken me nothing less than 45 minutes at most.I sigh, rubbing my temples. I’m already tired from the day’s work, and I want to go upstairs to sleep, but I don’t want to go to bed without us talking about whatever is bothering her. I don’t want any
“Come on, Patricia, they are already on their way from the doctor’s appointment.”“I’m just trying to finish up on some things; they are almost done with the decorations.” I say, rushing out to meet him.“Is everything else ready?”“Yes, everything else is perfect." I’m so excited for this. Brittney already said she wasn't doing a baby shower, and I don’t know why, but Tony agreed with her, and as much as we want to respect their decisions, I don’t want them to look back and have regrets. It’s their first child. Why wouldn't they want a baby shower?Jordan and I are throwing them a cute and simple baby shower. The only ones present here aside from us are both their parents and Hazel, Tony’s sister. Very small and intimate.I have been planning this celebration for weeks now, ensuring every detail is perfect, and I’m glad everything has fallen into place. The decorations are now set up all over the room. Upon entering the room, Brittney and Tony’s baby shower sign is decorated with pin
My thoughts are so divided right now. I’m supposed to be fully focused on the basics of making different types of corsets, but my mind has been on my wedding dress. I know Olivia is good at what she does, but I’m so nervous. What if there’s a flop with the dress? She's human, after all. The wedding is in three weeks. I know I should be grateful that she went all out to squeeze my dress into her already-booked schedule. I pray this dress will turn out just the way I imagined it would.Why the hassle about the dress, though? I caution myself. As long as I’m getting married to Jai, the dress can be made up of pawpaw leaves. Who cares? Ok, that’s a lie. I care.Cake testing, venue selection, colour code, food options, and every other wedding arrangement have been sorted out. We didn’t have to do so much. Thank God for technology, a handy wedding planner, and sufficient funds to sort out anything.Weddings take months to plan. What was I thinking when I told Jordan we could get married in
I feel a mixture of exhilaration and a tinge of trepidation as I glance in the mirror. The wedding is drawing near, and although I'm thrilled about it, I'm still anxious about the actual day.Olivia really did a great job on the wedding dress. Although I panicked for a bit, I sort of knew I could trust her to bring the vision of my dream wedding gown to life. The dress is a vision of bridal perfection, an A-line masterpiece crafted from the finest Italian duchess satin and adorned with intricate leaver lace.The bodice is a work of art, fitting my curves perfectly with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates my body, giving off elegance and grace. Delicate lace motifs cascaded down from the bodice, creating a mesmerising, timeless design. The gown is adorned with delicate pearl beading and sequins, adding a touch of subtle sparkle.“This gown will definitely turn heads and make the headlines.” Brittany comments, and I nod, laughing.I stare at myself in the mirror, unable to tear my ey
"Welcome, mother,” I say, strolling into the house.She ignores me, heading towards her room.“I'm still mad at you for not telling me about the day for your dress fitting.”“Mother, you can't stay mad at me forever. I was being a considerate child.”“You should have allowed me to decide if I could make it or not.”“Argggh. I know you, mother, you would have moved the earth if it were possible just to get down here.”“Louis is secondary. You, my baby, will always come first. It's bad enough that I can't seem to play any role in this preparation because people have been paid to do practically everything.”“Uhmm. Mother, I'm sorry. I know videos do not do as much justice as being there. I can arrange for another fitting if you want.”“That will be an extra expense.”“Which I can comfortably pay for.”“I guess I'll have to wait till the wedding day.”“Mom, I'm sorry.”“It's fine. Your sins have been forgiven. Sin no more.”“Yes ma'am. How was the Dubai tour?”“It was good," mother says.
"Hello, this is Jordan.""I believe you are doing well."The voice on the other end of the line is warm and familiar. "Mr. Baker, it's a pleasure to hear from you. I trust everything is going nicely with your wedding preparations.""Yes, it is; thank you. I wanted to know if you’ve received the shipment you were awaiting." Patricia’s dress is ready; on the other hand, I can't say the same for mine. I’m not even sure if work has started on my suit because last I heard the designer was waiting for the fabric to be shipped."Charles Buckman, the designer making my wedding suit,comes highly recommended, as he is very good at his craft. He did a tremendous job with Tony’s. I’m trusting him to do the same with mine."Yes, Jordan, the shipment has arrived; it just arrived the night before, and it is as exquisite as we anticipated. I have started working on your suit, and I'm confident it will meet your expectations.”"Excellent. I have complete trust in your work, and I know that the suit wi
Louis' home is so beautiful. It's a homely space for anyone looking to start a family. The infinity pool and the view are mind-blowing. I like that the infinity pool has a massive glass barricade. Mother sings the praises of the house and everyone involved in making it look super flawless, according to her. One of the things I'm eager to see is the primary suite."Welcome to my home," Louis says, hugging me.If anything, Louis keeps looking less than fifty-three every time I see him. I take a minute to admire the beautiful pictures hanging at different corners of the parlour."Thank you very much. I need your recipe for ageing backwards." I say, smiling.He chuckles and places a hand on his chest."As much as I would love to take all the credit, it's a gene thing, and there's the gym too."“The gym.” I say, eyeing him.“Yeah, where I met your mother," he says, laughing.“These tiles are beautiful. Your home is beautiful.”“Thank you very much.”“Italian?”“Yes.”"I see. It smells so g