Chapter 1

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               Dorathy P.OV

"Hello, Dorathy from Dora Deco's speaking, how may I be of service to you?"

"Hi Dorathy, my names are Lucy Wilson, I got recently engaged and to be married in three months...so I would so love your company to be charge of the decorations of my wedding -from Bridal shower to reception.  I've heard and seen your beautiful works and I would so love the same or even better for my Wedding!"

"Thank you so much mam and congratulations. We so happy and delighted that you chose us to be in charge of the  decorations of your special day and yes we the best in our field and we'll surely make your day memorable " .

"Thank you ! I can't wait! "
I just love her excitement.

"Will it be possible if I call you back ,so that I can quickly book your appointment date... you know time and place to meet up so that we may begin the planning sooner."

" Yes yes . I would love that."

"Perfect."
" Please do expect a call from us informing you of the appointment date."

" Alright... I will be expecting your call."

" Thank you for contacting Dora Deco's. Have a lovely day."

"Thank you."

Deep breaths Dora.

I do take deep breaths

One of my many favorite things about my job-  Pretending to be happy and full of excitement,when actually am sad and frustrated.

I groan!

First thing - Coffee!..

But I can't have it. One of the many things I cannot have  if I wanna get pregnant.

Another groan!

It's juice then - Orange Juice!

Fake smile.

It's tasty as always.

I place my glass down on table.

I am trying really hard not think about this morning...not the tears.

They coming.

I have to wipe them...I cannot be stressing if I want to get pregnant.

No... tears won again.

I have been in a need to cry since this morning's drama...the moment she...the moment Du... called me barren.

No I mentally tell myself am not barren...but when someone brings up your unwanted reality in a very painful way...It  Hurts...it Hurts even more when no one got your back..

Arg! That girl...well done to her...she perfectly hit my weakness spot...and that makes me despise her even more .
And what if she's my sister in law... respect is a two way road.

Am sobbing so badly.

Breaths in... breaths out

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