Life lately

It was three months later and I could not believe my eyes, but I was in the middle of a fitting room. Ciara's fitting room. Watching her try on her wedding dress.

“Do you think I should use an off shoulder or V neck for the design?” She asked me with a smile.

Every part of me was tempted to stab her with the dangling earrings she was having on, but I suppressed the thought.

“Off shoulder is fine,” I said in an uninterested tone, as my eyes scanned the room.

This was all because of my mother, Ciara had ran to her and explained things in ways I did not know. My perfect mother decided it was only fair to push me into doing it.

“Show her you are the bigger person here,” my mom had said to my face, despite how much she knew I was hurting.

My entire body wanted to scream out, ‘I don't want to be big here’ but I nodded and told her I will think about it.

“Don't be that way,” she came over to me and touched my hand. “You know we are besties, tell me what you think will look best for me from your heart.”

I almost flung her hand away, but there were some ladies in the room and since they were unaware of how things were between us, I did not want to create a scene.

“The off shoulder is perfect,” I forced a smile on as I looked her straight in the eyes.

She was always good at acting right from when we were friends, I had never given it much thought but now it was disgusting to me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I stood up, unable to stand sharing the same air and walked to the restroom.

“What's wrong with your friend, ma'am?” I heard one of the ladies asking her, in a hushed tone as I walked away.

Ciara must have pulled a smile as she gave the only response she could give. “She's just stressed with work, let's go over the dresses.”

I slammed the door to the restroom hard. It must have shocked them for a second, because everywhere was quiet before the noise began again.

Pulling out my phone, I texted Estelle. She was the only person keeping me sane in this crazy world.

Me: I'm losing it here, don't know how long I can keep up with it.

Estelle: What did I tell you? This is something you don't have to do, I don't know what you're trying to prove to anyone.

I sighed before my fingers hit my phone, as I sent her a reply.

Me: There's some reason in what mom said, I just want to know I'm over this and free from them.

Estelle: At the expense of you feeling hurt?

Me: I'm not hurt, maybe just a bit confused. 

Estelle: Whatever you say, let me know when you get back home or will you crash at mine?

I thought for a few minutes before responding.

Me: Let's do your place, I don't want to be alone.

Estelle: Cool, keep my therapy session f*e ready… hehe. I'm not doing therapy for free anymore. See you.

I smiled before putting my phone back in my bag and stepped out to face reality.

“My husband needs to see me very snatched, can I have a straight cut instead of an A line gown?”

Those words from Ciara made me stop in my tracks and think of Savvy, he must have made me feel very loved judging from how excited she sounded.

“You're back,” the attendant said when she noticed me, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Let's try your gown.”

In contrast to the white wedding dress Ciara was having, mine was a green dress looking inferior.

“You love it, right?” She purred as she stared at my body when I stood in front of the mirror.

I swallowed a hard lump that had formed in my throat. “I do.”

She knew very well that I hated the color with my life, but still insisted on it. According to her it was supposed to make her haters die with envy, which was what the color represented in weddings.

After thirty more minutes of torture and making amendments, I drove myself straight to Estelle's place. When I got out of the car, I took in a breath of fresh air and smiled.

“Put some clothes on, you crazy girl,” I yelled as I got inside and laid my eyes on her.

Estelle was in her underwear watching a movie, she laughed when she heard my voice.

“For what? It's just you and I,” she turned around to face me. “How was your torture session?”

“I don't have any money for you, Miss Therapist, just drop it.”

“You can pay up whenever you want to.”

I dropped my bag on the sofa and sat close to it. “Can I do that when I get a big brand endorsement?”

“I'll hold you to your words when it's time,” Estelle said. “So?”

“It was nothing new just Ciara flaunting her man, in my face.”

“That is so her—” she stopped like a thought crossed her mind. “What if you go to the wedding with your man? That will be a shocker to both of them.”

“Really genius Estelle, but you know very well I don't have one.”

“It doesn't have to be real,” she had a playful look on her face. “An escort will do the job for some bucks.”

I found it hard to hold back my laughter when she said that paying for a man sounds very crazy. It was something I don't think I will ever do.

“I'll pass, that's too much for a petty revenge.” Estelle hissed and turned the TV off. “Why'd you do that? I was watching.”

“But you can't watch your life?” She stretched out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

I passed it to her, wondering what was going on in her head. She turned the TV back on after I did.

“There, watch TV. I'll take care of you.”

A chuckle left my lips as I settled in on the sofa and faced the TV, even though my mind wasn't on it.

Five minutes later, I heard her exclaim in excitement. “Yipeeee!”

“What is it?” 

“You got a match.”

I raised my brows in confusion. “What match?”

“I signed you up on a escort site and you got a hot match”

“What did you do?” I asked snatching my phone, but one look at the profile made me pause.

That man was made in heaven.

“You should see how you look right now.”

I wiped the imaginary drool off my lips. “This cost over a thousand grand, did you use my card?”

“No, consider this my investment in your life.”

“I never asked you to do this, how do I delete my profile here?”

“And blow my money?”

I was about to respond when my phone dinged, it was a message from my supposed match.

Match: How should we make the jerk who hurt you pay?