Caroline

I watched as he walked with the most interesting sway of his hips. His ass budged out reasonably and every of his steps were sexy.

Who is this man?

Without taking any orders, he walked out.

I took my order and walked out of the store. I saw Derrick take the left route while I took the opposite route.

As I got back home, I walked to Clara's door and tried to unlock it, but she wasn't back so I walked to my door and by it was an envelope.

"Yo, Carol!" Clara called out before I could check the envelope.

"You choose your way, I'd choose mine," I retorted. I was quite upset.

"I knew you'd be this way so I brought a restitution with me," she said with a smile, holding out a shopping bag and we both walked in.

"What's that?" I asked, placing the box of pizza down.

"You should check it out,"

I brought out its content and my gaze was entertained with a ball gown. A full white ball gown that definitely cost tons.

"Oh my God, Clara! Where did you get this?"

"I got it from my dead grandma," she scoffed. "I bought it, dummy!"

"Where did you get the money?"

"You ask too many questions. You expect I don't get you anything for your big day tomorrow? That'd make me a bad friend," I looked at her as though I haven't ever laid my eyes on her.

"You never cease to amaze me," I hugged her with a broad smile playing on my face.

"I should try it on,"

"No, you shouldn't until tomorrow," she answered.

"Alright," I replied.

"The day is still young! It shouldn't just be wasted while we don't get wasted ourselves," she said and I instantly shook my head.

"No, Clara! I'm not gulping anything down this stomach,"

"Why? You're carrying Trenton's baby?" she said sarcastically and we both laughed.

"OMG! You paint? This is a very beautiful piece. What does this illustrate?" she joked and we both laughed hysterically, remembering her remark the first time she came to my room.

To this day, I can not particularly state what it illustrates.

****

I squinted my eyes as the morning sun glistened through the small opening.

I turned around a few times on the bed, finding it hard to get up because I was still sleepy.

A knock sounded on the door which prompted me to get up.

"I wasn't expecting you'd still be in bed," Clara pushed through with the dress she had gotten yesterday.

My mind did a lot of tumbles to find some stops to land.

"You need to dress up, Carol. It's almost noon,"

It felt like a normal introvert-girl day for me. Where I'd turn a few times in bed before getting up and finally gaining my balance to start each day. Either attending to some school works, painting, and after I met Clara, going out together. But today was different.

I wasn't just the introvert girl this morning. I wasn't just a single lady who would roam about her life personally without any obstruction.

My life was to be own by someone else or better still, shared with another person other than myself. Someone I soon will say those two words to.

I do.

I looked at the watch by my bed and it was 11:45 am.

"I drank a little beyond limit yesterday," I said with a slight scowl.

She had forced me to have a few chunk. Downing every shot like a pro that I wasn't.

"Clear that off your face, sweetheart," Clara cautioned. "Mrs Trenton," she added and I eyed her.

"Not until few hours to now, young lady,"

"Needless to say, Mrs Trenton. You are his and he's yours," I scoffed before walking to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and stared into empty space with no thought in mind exactly. My mind was blank, my thoughts were empty.

But as time passes in the bathroom, the occasion started playing in my head and my thoughts were soon clouded by the real fact.

I was getting married to Richard Trenton in a few hours.

Like every other bride would feel today, I felt nothing close to that. Although, I had mixed feelings. I was anxious and terrified.

I took my shampoo and washed my hair with a reasonable amount of it, scrubbing my hair harshly till I felt a little sore and now, my hands ache.

I was feeling restless.

After a few minutes, with multiple scrubbing and dabbing of my hair, I got out of the bathroom only to be greeted by numerous unfamiliar faces.

Their eyes all settled on me as I walked in and with a slight bow, they started unpacking.

I looked around shockingly for Clara, but she was no where to be found like she had just disappeared.

"Excuse me, who are you?" I asked no one in particular, looking all over the room filled with seven people other than myself.

Compared to the size of the room, they were numerous people and I was more than shocked since this was the first time I had this amount of people in my room.

"These are the reporters," a young lady with a heavy makeup on and tattoos who noticed my stern look, answered pointing at three ladies standing on her right side. "This is the stylist which will be your personal stylist from now," he pointed at a man, more like a woman. He had tons of piercings and chewed gum mercilessly.

"I will be your personal make up artiste and this is my personal assistant," She finally introduced.

"Who is that man?" I asked pointing at a man who looked like a bodyguard with his appearance but was excluded from the introduction. He was dressed in a black suit which was accompanied by a black sunshade. He looked well-built and stood like a statute by the doorway.

"That will be your personal bodyguard,"

"Excuse me. Personal bodyguard?" I was more than shocked.

Why on earth would I have a bodyguard? It all was seeming like a movie and I was the main character.

Except, this was indeed a reality and I was the main character in my reality.