The Designed Love

1

Diana

It's hard to tell what woke me up this morning.

The sun from my open blinds.

My phones annoying ring tone that I don't know how to change.

Or my cat suffocating me to death.

It's definitely the last one. I groan and push venom down on the floor. I hate when he does that. I can't even tell him to stop after I read that article about cats being affectionate in the morning because they think you're dead.

Venom runs to the door and immediately starts scratching the paint of the door. I check my phone and see a thousands of missed calls from my sister. Not this shit again. She's probably calling me about the family dinner on Friday. I go into messages and write to her.

Me: I WONT FORGET THE DINNER AGAIN STOP CALLING!

Sammy: Wtf, who pissed in your cereal?🚽🥣

Here she goes again with describing her texts with emojis.

Sammy: I wanted to wake you up for work because your location says that you're still home.

She did wake me up but I won't admit it to her.

Me: did you hit your head this morning? Really Sammy? I'm asking a genuine question. Did you forget that my shop is downstairs?

Sammy: LOL I was just messing with you, bye! PS: CALL MOM!!!!!

Me and my mom literally haven't talked for a whole week. That doesn't seem a lot, but considering my mom is Brazilian and won't let me go without at least calling me twice a day is shocking. The reason behind that is because she found out that it was me that ripped her dress, 7 YEARS AGO.

Me: she can call me, she's the one that stopped talking to me.

Samantha leaves me on read. Finally the end of that conversation. I hate texting, I would rather talk because that way I can multitask. I go up from the bed and head to the bathroom. Shit, did I really drink that much last night. The empty wine bottles on my kitchen table confirms my thought.

I should stop rewatching HIMYM, because that series always leads to me drinking.

I boil some eggs and cut them up to put on my slice of toast. I don't even have time to take a bite before I hear a loud voice coming downstairs. The bell on the front door chimes and I can already guess who it is.

"Dianaaa! Baby come here I've missed you and my beautiful dress." Anastasia's voice booms in my head and I can feel my head starting to expand and finally burst when I go downstairs to see her touching the dress.

"Anastasia, let's use our inside voices, please." I beg her while slapping away her hand from the dress. It's almost done but I need some final fittings.

"Rough night, huh?" She grins. "Is there a guy up there or did you rewatch HIMYM?" I let out a loud laugh. "I'm guessing the latter." She sighs.

I nod and wipe fake tears from laughing. Ana knows that I'm getting nowhere in my dating life and I think it bothers her more than me. I'm just not interested in getting a boyfriend. It's way too much work.

"You know Antonio does have brothers" She says while moving her eyebrows up and down. Antonio is her fiancé and is like a long lost brother for me.

"I do know, and I'm not interested" I say bluntly. I know that he's involved in some shady business and I really don't have the energy worrying for mine and my partners safety.

I take her wedding dress off the rack and look for the pieces of lace I had stashed away. Anastasia goes around the shop and eventually upstairs. She is one noisy woman. "DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING OTHER THAN MILK AND BREAD IN THIS HOUSE?!" She shouts from upstairs.

"I NEED TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING" I shout back. She caught me on a bad day. I continue working on the dress while Anastasia comes down the stairs.

"You know, you're really talented. How are you not like world famous and rich?" Ana says while touching other dresses in the shop. She is currently rummaging through the bride maids dresses. She wanted a really specific design that would be appreciated by all her friends. So she asked me to do the dresses on my own.

"I don't really try to put my name out there to be completely honest, I'm more like go with the flow. If it happens, it happens. Same with love" I say wholeheartedly. I don't like to push stuff, I really believe that everything comes at its own pace.

She shrugs. "Well I believe that you have to do something at least to make it happen, you can't just sit and wait for everything."

"No, I know that you have to work but I'm not going to force something that's not there. You don't understand what I mean." I sigh, I can't put into words how my brain works, it just works. Like I have to eat everything on the plate and save small pieces of everything to the last bite so I get a good taste in my mouth in the end. Or I can't have a number that doesn't end in a five or zero.

She just looks at me and continues to look around my stuff. She always does this, since the first time she came to the shop. It's like she's waiting for new things to magically appear. I think it's really entertaining, so I don't complain.

"So I should put you for no plus one on the guest list right?" She asks and tries to pry something from my hands. What does she want with the seam ripper?

"Yes, like I said in my RSPV, it's only me that's coming." I say while taking another seam ripper from the drawer. She nods and tries to rip a bit of fabric that I didn't have a use for.

"Antonio is going to pick up the dress when it's ready so you know. It's going to be the day before, so next Friday okay?" Ana warns like I'm going to forget. I nod and continue with the dress.

I'm broken out of my work focus when I hear the bell that's attached to the door chime.

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Hellu, first chapter. Tell me what you think about it. It's so hard to write, why didn't anybody say that you have to make something happen. I want this to be a slow burn but it's soooo hard to fill chapters with nonsense when I just want to get straight to the romance. Agghhh.