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

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

"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.

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

Louis came over, and we all had a lovely dinner yesterday. Everyone happily approved of him and mother. I mean, who wouldn't? He's such a sweet, gentle man. He took a few pictures of us and told us he would send them when he was done editing them.Jordan is out with his guys for his bachelor party. I trust him, but Jamal, on the other hand, is a no-no. He assured me that there would be no such things as strippers and getting drunk. I’m not about to go down the aisle with a man who has a loss of coordination, poor judgement, and a banging headache.Jordan begged that I take Brittney to check out the house he bought in my name for my wedding present. He said she's been sitting at home for way too long, and he wants her to spend the day outside today, which is a bit strange because she has been coming to rehearsals, and just the other day she joined me for my fitting, but if he wants her outside more often, then his wish is my command, as long as she agrees to it.He and Brittney seem ve