Forever Yours

Chapter Fifteen

"This dress is too small," Funke grumbled from the corner of the room and I looked up at her. she was wiggling her waist so much, the dress stuck under her hips.

"Then take it off," I shrugged and returned my gaze back to my computer. "They'll take your measurements again and adjust the dress."

I heard struggling in the background before Funke appeared beside me on the couch. We were at my house and since she hasn't been around since all this while the bridesmaid's had been going for measurements and having their dresses sewn, Funke simply sent her measurements and we got the tailor sew it. But as everyone knew, something would definitely go wrong and the dress would have to go back to the tailor and Funke re-measured.

The tailor dropped the dress at my house in the morning and when I got back from work, Funke tried it on.  I wasn't surprised when the dress couldn't go past her hips.

"Did you add weight?" I asked, still not looking up.

"Maybe just a little but it shouldn't be that much that I wouldn't be able to fit into the dress at all. the tailor is wack." I could imagine her rolling her eyes. "What are you doing?" she reached for my laptop, causing me to look up at her.

"It's work Funke, that thing you do from Monday to Friday from eight to four." I pulled the laptop from her grip, settling it properly on the pillow I placed on my laps.

She scoffed, "you work too much, you know that right?"

"It's my only escape from my reality," I shrugged and went back to typing.

"You shouldn't have to escape from your reality, live it."

"It's a nightmare," I shuddered.

She snatched my laptop again and this time closed it shut, "Listen to me bitch, you're getting married, even if it's not to the man of your dreams, the fact remains that you are getting married. Your chances of having another wedding are fifty-fifty, so why not just live this one to the fullest, enjoy the moments of your nightmare, you'll thank me later. Besides who knows, the wedding might get called off before that day but the memories of the time before the wedding is going to stick with you and one day, you'll be able to tell your kids the stories."

I sat back and let her words sink in, she has a point though. "So life coach, how do I enjoy my nightmare?" I faked a smile and she shook her head.

"First we're going to the tailor's shop to get myself measured again then, we're going to get you your dress, understand?" she stood up and set my laptop on the coffee table, then stretched her hand out for me to take.

"But I-" I stopped talking when she gave me a nasty look so I took her hand and let her pull me up. "Understood," I said and let Funke drag me out of the house.

Like she had said, the tailor re-measured her and we went to a bridal shop to look for a dress for myself. All this while, I hadn't gotten a dress, I just never found one that appealed to me. All the dresses I saw were beautiful but none of them gave me that feeling of satisfaction. Every day I'm reminded that the wedding is drawing closer but the plan is that if I can't get a dress by Christmas, then I'd have to draw up a dress and my tailor would have to sew it.

The first three bridal shops we  went to had nothing that I liked so as we sat inside a restaurant, having dinner, I decided to go online and actually shop for one. Most of the stores online had their shops in Lagos so if we found one I liked then we'd go to the shop.

"You know we wouldn't be able to go to the shop this night, it's already past seven," Funke pointed outside and I nodded.

"I know but we'll know where the shop is and know where to go in the morning." I said.