Chapter 7

The day has come, the day my life will change forever, the day I never expected to come too soon, the day I become someone’s wife, the day I will be called Mrs. Tyler Banasiewicz.

I laid on the bed doing nothing but thinking about how things will be if I get married today, no more crazy club parties with Barbara, no more crazy lifestyle and sex talk with Barbara, well maybe there will be sex talks but that depends on if I’m going back to the city or not. The only thing I’m glad about is the fact that my business will expand, the media will know more about my fashion designs, and probably if business goes well for me, I will be one of the best fashion designers in town, but is that worth spending my life with a total stranger who might have agreed to marry me so he can take over his family’s business. "Oh lord," I muttered as I turned back and lay on my stomach slamming my face into the pillow.

"Why me" I yelled into the pillow.

I haven’t planned anything, what I will wear, who is going to be my makeup artist, nothing is planned. I have always dreamt of designing my wedding gown, I drew some sketches a year back when I was dating Evan. I always thought Evan and I will be together forever.

"Ivy, are you awake?" I heard mom’s voice coming closer to my room.

Does she think I would be asleep right now? The shock that today is my wedding and I have no one by my side, not even my best friend is attending the wedding. Definitely sleep is the last thing that will slam me.

"Ivy, you need to get up, your wedding gown is ready and the makeup artist is here." She said immediately as she walked into the room.

"Hmm" I groaned

"Ivy, are you still mad at me?" She asked in a calm tone as she walked closer to me and sat beside me

"I’m not mom."

"You are, I can sense it in your voice."

"Does it really matter right now? I mean even if I’m mad at you, it won’t change the fact that I’m gonna get married today." I said almost sounding like a yell

"Can we not talk about this please." I said after I adjusted my position and sat up

"Ivy." She said in a low pitch, almost sounding like a whisper

I rolled my eyes before she turned around and looked at me "I’m sorry." She said

"Mom it’s fine, I’m not mad at you or anyone," I said as stood up and smiled at her before I walked towards the bathroom

"I’m sorry." She whispered before walking closer to me and giving me a hug

"It’s okay mom."

After mom left, I ended the bathroom and took a shower. Once I was done, I walked out of the room and came face to face with a young man who looked frightened when he saw me, he instantly closed his eyes and covered them with his hands

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you weren’t dressed. I’m so sorry."

"Who are you?"

I’m…I’m…You know what I will wait outside, if you’re done please let me know."

"Weirdo" I whispered

That guy gave me a nerd kind of feeling, I wasn’t basically undressed, I had a towel wrapped around my body and yes, the towel reached my knee. I just don’t get why he acted like a freak and exited the room immediately.

I opened my cupboard and took out a Romper and wore it, I was about to exit the room when a lady walked into the room

"Hi, I’m Kaya Jonas, your stylist for today and this is my assistant…" She paused as she noticed her assistant wasn’t in the room, she slightly opened the door and peeked through it before she whispered something under her breath.

"Sorry about that, this is my assistant, he is a bit shy."

Shy isn’t the word to use, he is basically a weirdo "It’s okay."

"If you’re ready, can we start now?" She said

"Yes, why not," I responded as I sat on my mirror stool.

"Mrs. Tyler Banasiewicz if…"

"Ivy, you can call me Ivy" I instantly interrupted

"Miss Ivy, I brought a makeover seat for you"

What’s wrong with the stool I sat on? I never knew makeover has its special chair. I smiled at her before I stood up and sat on the chair her assistant walked into the room with.

"Miss Ivy, I would prefer you eat before I start the markup," She said

"I’m not hungry," I responded

I was a bit hungry but just wasn’t in the mood to eat anything.

An hour later, my back started to hurt, which was either because of the chair or because I’m not used to sitting in one place for a long time. I guess it was because I’m not used to sitting in one position for a long time, I can’t remember the last time I did that.

The makeup artist has told me several times to stop moving my face, but I can’t, mostly because I kept receiving messages from Barbara, she wanted to make me feel better. If Barbara was here I know she would have worn an outfit that is meant for stripers alone, she is a crazy girl.

The makeup artist took almost five hours before she finished, I wonder if she was applying the whole makeup set on my face, like seriously how on earth did she take almost five hours just to apply certain makeup items on my face? During the first few minutes of the second hour, I asked her if she was about to finish and she said she wasn’t half finished.

"Just a little touch of blush….Perfect." She said as she handed me over a mirror

Wow! Is definitely the first word I will like to say but "Damn" came out of my mouth first, this was definitely worth the wait, she seriously worked some magic on me, I couldn’t even recognize myself, my makeup was flawless there isn’t a single blemish on my face, and talk about that hairstyle. If only there was a word greater than beautiful then it fits perfectly for me.

"Do like it?" She nervously asked

I turned around and looked at her "I don’t. I don’t like it at all."

Immediately as I said that, her facial reaction changed

"Just kidding, I love it" I smiled

"Thank God, because I was paid triple for your makeup over, that’s around twenty-five thousand dollars."

"Twenty what!" I muttered

Isn’t that too much, I have never heard of makeup over that is worth twenty-five thousand dollars.

I was about to talk when a lady walked into the room "Miss Ivy your wedding gown is ready" She said

For a moment I forgot about the wedding, I was so happy with the way I was looking that I totally forgot the reason behind the makeup.

"Where is the dress?" I asked

"It’s is hung up in the living room."

"Okay, why don’t you go get it so I can try it on."

"Actually ma’am, it’s a ball wedding gown, so the fitting and everything has to be done in an open room and the living room is a bit more convenient to try a dress like that."

It’s not like the gown is made of huge textures, I mean why can’t I wear it in my room? "Okay,” I said before I walked to the living room with her.

What the fuck is that? Is that my wedding gown or what? I widen my eyes when I saw the gown. It looked incredible, I have never seen such a beautiful wedding gown before. That gown literally says princess wedding gown, it is stunning. The gown is full and puffy, shaped like a ball in its skirt area. It was tightly fitted and body hugging on the top part down to the waistline, and has a full skirt area that starts from the waistline.

"Ma’am, we can start the gown fitting, I will help you wear it on, that’s if you don’t mind."

"I don’t mind at all," I responded

That gown is something, I can’t possibly wear it on my own.

It took almost an hour to get the dress on me, the stylist had to adjust some parts and wanted to make me wear a crinoline but I instantly refused, the outfit was too heavy, and wearing a crinoline under it was going to be most heavier.