" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death."
" He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not...
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Now playing... No One Knows, by Brent Faiyaz ... TORONTO, CANADA --> HARLEM, NEW YORK
"OW! COULD YOU STOP poking me with that needle?!" I exclaimed, snapping my neck to Nneka who sat on my bedroom floor. My luggage was propped at the edge of the bed, my tote bag sitting at the top of my black suitcase.
She rolled her eyes, taking one of the pins from her mouth and pinning it onto the pin cushion tied to her wrist. " Relax, I'm almost done."
" You said that three hours ago," I huffed, crossing my arms over the tightly knitted corset that tightly hugged my chest and lower abdomen.
Nneka gives me a look, " Eh eh, you try sewing this shit yourself and see how you feel! It's not my fault your ass can barely fucking fit in the dress,"
" Nene!" I whined, " The dress is fine! there's nothing that you need to fix."
" Shut up and hold still," She mumbles, focusing her attention back at the hem of the dress. " I just need to finish sewing the seams,"
" You're such a perfectionist," I sigh, running my hands over my newly installed wig that Nneka just so happened to have in the back of her shop. For what reason, I had no idea. But I was thankful that I would have at least one less thing to worry about.
The dress -- though it was just a black skirt and a corset -- was black with a floral lace corset top that accentuated my breasts and pushed them up high, kind of like a push-up bra. The shoes that I would pair with the outfit, would be short black heels and a black clutch. As for the makeup look, I will figure that out tomorrow night.
" I swear if this damn thing doesn't work with me I'm gonna kill myself," Nneka grunts under her breath, " Fucking hate dealing with this shit."
" Why don't you just take a break? we still have about-" I tap my phone, then look back down at her. " two hours left."
She shook her head, throwing her head back with a loud sigh, " No, I can't. You have to be at the airport at ten thirty, meaning I have to be done by nine forty-five, which ALSO means that I have to drop you off by nine fifteen. So there's no time for me to stop, and I want you to look stunning for the exhibit tomorrow."
Ever since we came back from the mall -- and briefly stopped over to her shop-- she's been working non-stop on the dress. we had to take a few short breaks in between every few minutes so she could freshen up, and also install the new wig that she allowed me to wear for tomorrow.
To be completely honest, I didn't even know how long these things were supposed to last. I always see them on my feed on Instagram, but I never had an actual idea as to how you're supposed to take care of them and keep up with the maintenance of them.
it didn't take Nneka too long to braid my short curls, even though it was extremely painful with her being heavy-handed and all. Nneka was truly a fairy god-mother because there's no way she was able to install the wig with just some leftover lash glue that had been disregarded in my makeup bag, and some kitchen sheers that we used to cut the lace and make it look more natural. She is extremely skillful in many ways, as I have expressed that to her countless times.
