A chignon that kept her fiery, red hair out of sight and mind, with a lock of hair teased and curled resting against her left cheekbone — just the way she liked it. A cherry red lipstick, that went along with the smoked out wing and skillfully chiseled out cheekbones — like a sculptor would with wet clay. Cushioned diamonds, in her ears dangled form the platinum hold in the shape of teardrops, a necklace dangled from her swan like neck to the beginning of her blouse's sweetheart neckline. Chantilly lace, with flowers, a deep black the shade of midnight without the moon glowing, hugged her waist, the saree's drape dragged behind her. Christian Louboutin heels, the classic red bottoms with rhinestones on top of the otherwise clear heels —peaked out as she held the skirts.
Twirling in front of the full length mirror, and her laptop — placed on the marble vanity she looked at the man expectantly. Her eyes were brimming with confidence and stars as she waited for his reply, her fingers wrapped around her palms tightly. She spritzed the floral Chanel perfume, biting her lip in anticipation as Emir took a bit too long to reply. Sitting in Italy, he was missing out on the school reunion he was forcing her to attend. Emir had convinced her, it was about time she showed everyone the butterfly she had evolved into. Unfortunately, he had to fly out two days before the event to meet his parents and finalize the official move to England.
"Well?"
She drawled out, her l's crisp as always. The wait was killing, the longer she looked at herself the more flaws that Alayna could see. From the wrinkles on the end of her chiffon blouse — that would not straighten out to the way her lower belly pushed against the fabric of her skirts. It was unfair — all that food, and now she'd have to hit the gym more than three times a week to maintain the body she felt confident in.
"I think you look like éclairs."
"What does that even mean? I'm so confused Emir!"
She seethed in reply, sinking into the pink vanity chair. Her fingers drummed the top of her vanity, pouting softly, she felt like a child wronged. Did she deserve to be treated like this? Nope. She didn't believe it.
"It means Alayna — my dearest amore, that you look delectable. I wish I was there right now to accompany you, I'm sorry."
"Oh forget it Emir. No harm done, I know you wanted to be with me. Although, I've gotta say this to you — I do miss my arm candy."
Alayna winked in his direction, popping a handful of granola into her mouth — a wonderful addition to her ever growing snack cabinet by her husband. The honey coated nuts sweetened her mouths as she chewed in silence, allowing Emir to finally fall into a rant of how things had been going around the kitchens. Everyone had — and rightly so been shocked by the news of his relocation. His parents had been supportive though, respecting his requirements — a tiny sparrow can only so long be held back.
"Tsk—Emir, I think there's a problem." She whispered, widening her eyes.
"What? Is everything alright?"
"Yes, but not quite." She pouted.
"You're really testing my patience amore," he groaned.
"Well it's basically — I'm gaining weight and that's all your fault!"
"My fault?"
