Perfect Wedding Dress

"Lola, what million dollar contract is that?" James asked Lola in a surprised tone, but didn't shout so that other patients close by wouldn't hear what they were talking about. 

"Me." Max walked in, his voice interrupted them, "I'm the million dollar deal your sister got." He said to them, standing proud and tall with his hands in his pants pockets. 

"Lola, who is this, do you know him?" James questioned his sister, looking between her and Max. He could tell he was a man of wealth just from his stance and his rich cologne wafting into his nostrils. 

"Yeah, he's, uhm…" Lola stuttered, finding it difficult to answer that question straightforwardly. She wanted to calmly explain her new situation to her brother, but Max being here has ruined that plan. Now she has no other choice than to drop the bomb on him. 

And she was unsure of what James' reaction could be. 

"He's what, Lola? Your new boss?" James asked, looking at Lola for an answer. "He said he is the million dollar deal, what did he mean by that?" He questioned further. 

"He's my, uhm, he's my…" Lola said, still couldn't find the right words to make dropping the bombshell on her brother easier. 

"What your sister is finding hard to say is that I, Max Donovan, the sole owner of M D Empire, the richest billionaire on planet earth, is her husband-to-be. Your sister and I will be getting married the day after tomorrow." Max answered, a proud smile settled on his face as he gazed at Lola. The kiss they shared flashed across his mind, and what he did after wanted to dominate his mind, but he quickly shook it off his mind. 

He couldn't get hard again. 

James, with a confused expression, asked, "Her husband-to-be? But Lola, you didn't have any boyfriend, so why are you talking about husbands and getting married? I'm lost, could you explain to me?" 

Max cut in once again and said, "Your sister can do that later, but the fashion designer had just called me about getting our measurements and styling our wedding outfits. We need to hurry. This is a very topnotch designer, his time is very precious." 

"Is this for real?" James asked. 

Lola moved closer to James, pulled him into a hug as she whispered into his ears, "Yes, James. I'm getting married to him. He's an old friend, but we also have a beneficial deal. And that's how I'm able to fund your bills. Everything will be fine from now on. We won't struggle anymore. You are going to beat this cancer, and we'll spend many more years together. I love you little brother, but I have to go. I will explain when I come back."

"You know I trust you. And I believe in you, so don't worry, we can talk when you get back." James pecked her cheek and watched Lola leave with Max. He was going to do his personal research on the internet. He has to know exactly what kind of man his sister is suddenly getting married to, he needed to feel this assurance that she was not getting involved in something bad or shady. 

This cancer was not going to hinder him from doing what he can do to make sure his sister is safe and sound. 

Max said to Lola as they walked side by side out of the hospital, "Your brother looks like you." He commented but only got a hiss from Lola as she walked faster, angry at him. 

"You can't be mad at me, Lola. I needed to really come get you. My fashion designer is a really busy man. And our wedding is quite impromptu, so he is just giving me special treatment because I'm his top client." Max explained, catching up to her. 

Lola stopped when they reached his car, not wanting passersby to hear what she had to tell the billionaire she was soon to marry. "I understand that. But you could have texted. You could have called. Or you could have been subtle about it when you arrived. Not just jump into my conversation with my brother and break the news I was yet to break to him. That was really rude and uncalled for." Lola said in a pissed tone. 

"I should at least meet my in-law." Max said with a shoulder shrug before proceeding to ask, "And that reminds me, what about your mum? Is she not going to attend our wedding?"

Lola's eyes shut the moment Max uttered that very painful question. He shouldn't have asked. He should not have dug up another painful past she has done so well to forget. 

Her mother was a sore in the joint, a pain in the heart, and a forever ache in the soul. 

She was not a mother. She was a shame to motherhood. She was a disappointment to womanhood. She was a disease to humankind. So Max shouldn't have brought her up, he shouldn't have asked. 

But he didn't know. And she refuses to talk about the woman who birthed her and her brother only to abandon them in wretchedness and poverty. 

"Forget about her. Let's go to the fashion designer." She said to Max, and they both entered the car. They drove off to their destination in silence. 

Arriving at the fashion designer's store. Lola was immediately separated from Max. They were both pulled to different directions to get styled. The fashion designer kept barking out swift and sharp orders at his staff. And about thirty minutes later, Lola was dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. 

This dress blew her mind off. It was a dress she had only been able to admire its kinds on magazines and on the internet. Never in her wildest dream did she think she would ever put on a dress of this grand worth. It was fitted to her body shape, snugged perfectly to her figure. It made her feel like she was the queen of the universe. Like she ruled the world and could snap her fingers to get anything she wanted. It made her feel big and proud. And it was only at that moment did she understand a bit of what adds to Max's arrogance. 

When you wear a cloth worth millions of dollars, you are bound to feel proud and fly. And that was exactly what she was feeling. 

The dress revealed her plumpy cleavage and swept the clean and white tiles beneath her as she took a few steps forward to stand before the tall golden rimmed mirror, and as she saw her reflection, she couldn't help but gasp and get teary. 

"Oh my goodness." She gasped, her right palm clasped over her mouth as she took in the other version of Lola Reynolds that stood before her, in the form of her reflection. "Oh my freaking goodness." She gasped again, a lone tear slipped down her cheeks. She blinked the remainder of the tears out. She couldn't ruin her wedding dress with tears of shock. 

"This is beautiful. It's gorgeous, it's —" She ran out of words, not knowing the perfect word that could describe the elegance hugging her body like a second skin. 

"You embody this dress, oh my god, where have you been all my life?" The fashion designer entered the room, exclaiming as he walked towards her. 

His comment made Lola giggle shyly. 

"This dress was made for you. I'm impressed, I've always thought I'd have to do a lot of changes to make it fit the person who wants to buy it, but you don't even need any fitting. It's rightfully yours." The fashion designer couldn't help but say. He was astonished by her beauty and perfect body shape and size. 

"Thank you." Lola said and giggled again. This was the first time in her life she would be receiving compliments like this from someone who was top in their profession. He was a celebrity fashion designer too. It made this whole experience surreal. 

"Your shape. Your height, your figure, everything about you is perfect, Miss Lola. Max Donovan is a lucky bastard to get a perfect woman like you. Even your smiles. I'm wishing you happiness in your soon-to-be union." He said to her, helping her fluff put her hair with his fingers. 

"Thank you, Mr Francis. I feel very flattered." Lola replied. And she really hoped for happiness in her marriage with Max. She deserves it after all she has been through. She deserves it even though it's quite on the impossible side. 

"Don't be. I only state facts. You can ask Max himself." The designer told her. 

"Is my bride-to-be ready?" Max's voice boomed into the styling room. 

Turning around, she locates him standing at the doorway and his next words made her blush profusely even though she didn't mean to. 

"Holy damn! I am marrying a goddess!"