Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 17

I huffed and leaned into the wall as I deciphered the meaning behind colors. Blue meant royal, black meant class, red meant attention while white meant 'go to hell'. Well, this was my collection of dresses.

Oh, not my collection but my husband's.

He bought all these boring dresses for me.

I threw all of them away and tip toed to the door of my bathroom. I silently looked outside and roamed my gaze across the room to see Theodore gazing outside from the window.

I clicked my tongue as his sour mood started affecting me slowly and slowly. He was still gloomy when on the other side, I was planning ways to divert his mind. I wanted to take him out for dinner and spend some quality time with him but it seemed out of option.

I softly locked the door again and relieved a sigh. I tilted my head, keeping my hands at my waist, in deep thoughts. I had to admit that I was bad in some girlish things and choosing myself a sexy dress was one of those things.

I eyed my phone which was kept at the marble and picked it up, dialing the numbers of my friend. I noted till four and Samantha picked up, making me exhale out heavily. As if my luck worked, Melissa too picked up on the fifth ring.

"Girls! I need your help." I whined, switching to video call.

"Melissa, I'm telling you. She is a traitor. She is in fucking Bali and didn't care to invite us." Samantha's shrill voice pierced my ears and I rolled my eyes, mimicking her actions.

"Would you fucking stop talking about that topic again and again?" Melissa hissed, digging glares through the phone screen. I almost slammed my head into the wall as I heard the voice of her daughter and my sweet nephew.

"Mumma! Is it aunt? I too want to talk to her!"

I almost whimpered at her interruption. I wanted to talk to them and they both had their own sets of issues.

"Melissa! I'm in dire need of your help! I dare you to give your phon—"

"Aunt!" A sweet, overly excited voice greeted me and I almost whimpered.

"Kiara, baby, would you give the phone back to your mumma once?" I muttered, swallowing hard to control my anger.

"I–I m sorry? Okay? She... she just snatche— "

"I need a sexy dress and you both are going to help me, understand?" I hissed calmly and switched to video call.

"Ehm, sure sure." They both muttered, accepting my call.

I breathe through my nose and walked to the tip toed to almirah. I bit my lip thoughtfully before pulling out all the dresses on cabinet.

"See, these all the dresses that I have." I pouted, showing them my dresses.

"Oh my eyes. They would bleed today. Please, don't call yourself my friend from today" Samantha cried, wiping her fake tears.

Melissa chortled, biting her lip to stop the smile that threatened to come out. I narrowed my eyes and scowled.

"Samantha," Mel warned, clearing her throat.

"What i—" I shouted, digging glares through the phone screen.

"Why do you want us to pick the dress though? I mean, where are you going?" Melissa frowned.

"To my bedroom?" I shrugged, raising my eyebrow.

"For?" Samantha raised her eyebrow mischievously, her lips quirking up in a smirk.

"Ofcourse to spend the night with my husband." I sneered, massaging my temple.