F I F T Y (III)

Hot tears cascaded down Nicole's cheeks as she lamented on how expensive the dress was and how she planned to use it. Daisy who had followed her after seeing what happened began to pat her shoulders.

"It would be all over the internet. Everything." She lamented.

"No, your father is taking care of it now." Her mother said softly. She cried even more.

"Don't cry, Nicole. It was all a mistake. Your makeup will be ruined." Daisy said again.

"Get that waiter for me." Her mother said frantically, her eyes reddening in anger.

"It is not the waiter's fault. It was the gown. Where did you say you were getting it from again?" Her father asked again and Nicole looked up through her teary eyes.

"It was Benedict Gerald." She said and her father's brows drew in.

"But what kind of dress did he make? It was not even tight. Like it was made with cheap materials."

They did not get the chance to reply when a voice came through from the door. "Good day, ma'am." Benny said and they all raised their heads