Forever Yours

Chapter Nine

"Do you want to do the cultural engagement?" Mum asked immediately I took my seat on the couch in the bridal shop.

"I don't really care mum," I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs.

"Don't give me that attitude Victoria," she scolded and I groaned. "Now do you want to do the cultural engagement?"

If I was getting married to Andrew, then I would have wanted that but this isn't Andrew, it's Miles so I shook my head against it.

"No mum," I answered and she nodded.

"Good, less expenses," she stood up from beside me and beckoned for the woman that was standing at the corner. "Let's see the dresses you have."

The woman nodded and dissapeared behind a white wooden door. Everything in the shop was white, the walls and the furniture.

Miles dropped me at the shop after mum had sent the address of the bridal shop. And now here I am, about to pick a wedding dress for a wedding I don't even want.

"Are we supposed to be shopping for a dress first?" I asked but got ready to recoil incase mum was going to lash out at me.

She looked at me for a second and looked away, not uttering a word. I rolled my eyes again and the lady reappeared with two dresses in her hands and another lady appeared behind her holding two dresses too. They both set the dresses on the bench in front of us.

I looked away from the dresses and everyone else, staring outside the window. I can't do this, not today, not ever. This is torture, emotional and mental torture. I can't do this to myself, I can't do this to Andrew.

It suddenly became too hard for me to breathe so I stood up and made my way out of the shop, ignoring the calls of my mother and the saleswomen.

It was like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs, it was so hard to breathe. I clutched my throat and tried to take in deep breaths, it wasn't working.

"Just breathe," I felt a hand on my back and another on my left arm.

"I-It-" I chocked on my own words.

"Shh," Miles shushed me. "Stop talking just try to breathe," he instructed and I nodded frantically.

I tried, taking in deep breaths and exhaling. About a minute after I was able to breathe properly and I opened my eyes to find my mum, one of the saleswomen and Miles standing beside me.

"Are you okay?" Mum rushed to my side and cupped my cheeks in her hands.

I looked away from her, "I'm fine, I have to go." I pried myself from both mum and Miles grip and I began to walk away.

"Victoria!" Mum called after me but I ignored her.

"Mrs Black I think we should give her some time alone, she'll be fine," I heard Miles say then my mother started crying, after that I didn't hear anything because the distance between us had grown so much.

I walked and walked, grateful that I wasn't wearing heels. I didn't want to go home and I didn't want to go to my house. I decide to take a shot at Andrew's house so I got into a cab and gave Andrew's address.

When I got there I told the driver to wait as I knocked on the gate.

"Madam good afternoon," Musa, Drew's gate man stepped out of his little apartment, fumbling with the keys to the gate. "Madam I never see you since, hope you dey okay?" (I haven't seen you in a while, hope you are fine.) he noted and I nodded forcing a smile.

"I've been busy," I stepped into the compound. "Is oga around?" (Your boss.)

Musa shook his head, "no madam, he don travel since." (He traveled a while back.)