CHAPTERSIX
Despite the heavy downpour, Stella didn't see any point in protecting herself against the unfriendly weather. Bent over the dining table in olive green shorts and flowered singlet, her attention fixated on the work at hand. With a lot of orders from her clients and a brusque deadline to meet up with all the designs, she has barely had time to keep up with the days or even time. Each day as soon as Adam left the house for work, she abandoned everything else and began creating the designs, sometimes she took short breaks to eat and surf the internet.
However, for the past three days, she hardly had time for herself. There were four more orders to be met before she could relax. If only she started tending to the requests a month after the wedding, she wouldn't be overwhelmed right now.
On one hand, she had to conclude three designs for a soon-to-be bride's traditional attire before it can be approved and sent to the tailor, and she had just three days to meet up. On the other, she must send in three different outfits for a client intending to attend a gala night. Despite the dedication and time she allotted to the work, she was equally exhausted, frustrated and couldn't wait to stop drawing and sketching lines on her laptop all day.
The sound of the doorbell had her on her feet. As she trod towards the entrance door, she was muttering as to why she had not listened to her instincts to leave the door unlocked. She peeped through the windowpane to see who it was and surprisingly her guest was none other than her hyperactive cousin sister grinning as she unlocked the door.
"Ha! Cynthia, this one you decided to come without telling me?" she said.
"I didn't know I needed to make a request as if I'm coming to the White House," Cynthia responded as she stomped her wet shoes on the doormat and kept her umbrella aside.
"You eh, must you counter everything? Okay, what if I don't have anything to eat?"
Cynthia chortled. "You...have nothing to eat, then it's obviously not the Stella I know. Back in our school days you've never lacked what to eat not to talk of now that you are married. Abeg, shift make I see road enter kitchen." She stated as she brushed past Stella and made her way into the kitchen.
Trust Cynthia to make herself comfortable wherever.
Stella shook her head as she followed suit with the intention of helping out. Fortunately, there was no need as the other lady was already dishing out a plate of porridge beans and yam for herself.
"What do you have in your fridge?"
"What would you want?"
"Do you have any fruit juice? Preferably orange, please,"
"Coming right up." She took out a carton of orange flavoured juice and set it down on a tray before they headed out to the parlour.
"You don't use generator? This place is dark oo," Cynthia remarked; referring to the eerily feeling in the house.
"In this rain? Besides, using the generator all the time is just burning fuel for nothing. I have rechargeable bulbs somewhere in the house. Wait, let me bring them."
Her cousin huffed. "Nawa for you oo, you no dey behave like big man pikin at all."
They said nothing more to each other as Stella turned her attention back to her work while Cynthia worked her way through her meal. After a while, Stella yawned and stretched on her chair.
"What are you working on?" her cousin asked.
"I'm creating these styles for some new clients and it's almost the deadline," she replied.
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