Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 39 - Wedding Day

"Why you, though?" Aiah shoved a full spoon of asparagus soup to her mouth. They decided to have light dinner tonight since both of them were still full.

"What do you mean why me? Are you doubting my capability of stealing people's hearts?" Mikha increased her brow.

"Well, duh?" the lawyer laughed.

"Hey!"

"I know you well enough, Mikhaela," she pointed her fork towards the doctor with her smug smirk. "You're so awkward with new people, even your smile looks so forced." she said as a matter of fact.

"I'm stealing your heart alright. Besides, you can't deny that I'm young, I'm brilliant and also, I'm good looking. Of course the boards chose me to represent our subdivision to those fund donors." Mikha spoke arrogantly.

"You know I sometimes ask myself the question of why am I putting up with someone who is as snobby as you." The adoration smile on her lips contradicted the meaning of her words.

"Someone told me that she loves me very much," Mikha leaned forward across the table. "Maybe that's the reason why." she placed a soft peck on Aiah's lips earning a light blush on the latter's cheek.

"Why are you so cute?" Mikha laughed as she sat down again.

"Why are you so cheesy?" Aiah wiped the corner of her lips with a napkin.

"Oh come on! I swept you off of your feet, didn't I?"

"See? Snobby." Aiah snorted.

"Whatever, you love me anyway."

"Yeah, yeah," Aiah rolled her eyes. "By the way, Belle's wedding is next month, we have to start dress hunting."

"You go hunt, I'll go with whatever you decide on."

"Really?" Mikha nodded then went back to her soup.

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Mikha had been fidgeting with her top endlessly since she wore it.

"Sweetheart, don't do that. Stop it." Aiah took her hands in hers as she glared at the taller girl. "You're tearing it apart."

"I don't like ties! You know I don't like ties!" she sulked. It wasn't even a tie to begin with. It was a pretty lace that's paired with the dress she'd wear at Belle's wedding day.

"How many times do I have to tell you—-"

"It's still a tie!" she folded her arms. "And this dress is too much. I can't walk, it's too tight. And I can't wear these towering heels, I'll end up kissing the floor instead of you."

Aiah rolled her eyes. "It's your best friend's wedding day, aren't you going to put more effort on this?"

"We bought her a super sophisticated and expensive vacuum cleaner and a barbeque grill, her request I might add so you can't say I didn't put an effort." Mikha huffed down to the couch.

Her lover sighed in defeat. "Fine, do you want me to find another outfit then?"

"Honestly? No. I can't even feel my legs anymore." Mikha kicked the black high heels out of her feet. "This is torture! Can we just go to the wedding ceremony wearing comfy clothes?" she asked the rhetorical question.

"Don't be ridiculous and stop being a cry baby. Belle's wedding is a week away. You said you'll agree with whatever dress I pick for you and yet," she inhaled a breath. "It's been weeks and you haven't selected anything. We need to settle on this dress business fast, bubby."