𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

"Stella, what am I seeing on your Instagram handle?" Mrs Beatrice Okezie, her mother and the wife of the general overseer of their church, said.

The younger woman was at loss for words. She hadn't posted any recent picture. Scratch that. Her social media manager, Ifunanya didn't discuss with her on posting any pictures or videos yet. And for all she knew, her pre-wedding photos were still in progress.

"O gini? I haven't posted anything," she said.

"I didn't say you posted it," the woman amended. "Your cousin Cynthia did post some pictures and videos and she tagged you in them..." she continued swiping the screen of her phone.

Stella tried to remember which of her photos and videos were in Cynthia's possession that she didn't know of.

"And just look at what she's wearing, this isn't good for your publicity at all," her mother ranted.

Then it clicked. The photos they took at Lady C's place. She hadn't wanted to partake in the photos but Cynthia insisted she needed them to create a new content on her page. However, the videos were what she was not aware of.

Her mother passed the phone across to her; muttering under her breath about how youths of these days were becoming wild with each new day.

She watched the short video her cousin had taken while they were inside the shop, which she was obviously unaware. She hadn't indulged in anything wrong so why was her mother taking it the wrong way?

"I don't see anything wrong with what she posted, even her caption is in order," Stella countered.

"So, you're not seeing what she's wearing? What do you think people will think if they see her outfit, and that you're associating with her, eh?" the woman said.

Stella said nothing in response.

"I've warned you to be cautious on how you associate with her especially now that the date for your wedding is close." her mother continued.

Stella still said nothing instead choosing to keep her thoughts on how her mother could think negatively of the youngest child of her elder brother. She couldn't wait for this session to be over so she can head over to other things. She was getting tired of sitting down waiting for the hairstylist that'll attend to them.

She had to go check out the final touches on her gown and those of her bridesmaids since Paul had disappointed her. Tomorrow, when he promised the photos will be ready, she might not have the time to sit down and plan things with the graphics maker. They have to attend their first marriage class.

Later, at night, Adam called as usual. At first, she was hesitant to take answer the call in reason that her day had not ended well, she was downhearted with a lot of things. Nevertheless, she couldn't place her finger on one thing in particular. Should she blame Paul for failing to deliver like he promised or that his ineptness to provide the result of his services in time was preventing the graphics maker from forging ahead. Not to mention the hard copy of their wedding card was not ready, thanks to the unavailable pictures.

After the sour experience with her mom at the saloon/spa, she left to meet with her tailors only to find out they'd designed a different flared style to some of her bridesmaids' gowns. The chief tailor claimed that they did it in a bid to save material since two of the girls in her bridal train were on the plump side. That was a cheap excuse.

"You could have just called to let me know first," she'd almost let go of her temper.

"We thought you'd be too busy, and besides we asked the girls involved and they agreed with the change in plan," Zara had answered.