What Is Love? (BWWM)

Chp 49: The Change

Strap in my loves because we are nearing the end of a long adventure🥰

Patience P.O.V
I looked between three different outfits posted outside of closet and tapped a finger on my chin. Judging each color and feel with a keen eye. But the longer I looked the more dissatisfied I became with each look. So with a huff of annoyance I threw all three fits outside of the closet making Chanel yelp and hiss in reply. Once again I pulled another fit and gave it a heavy evaluation this time my mind thinking of different ways I could pull it off.

"That one will go good with your skin color. Cream always does." Ms. Deborah butted in flashing me a warm smile as she began picking up clothes that I had thrown out. "Are you sure the draping is kind of heavy and the pants make my thighs look big"

"Chile hush that none sense your so skinny My arms could wrap around you twice. When your thighs look like mine then tell me about big" She smacked her hip before the elder lady let out a hearty laugh.

"Still I want to be sure I pride myself on looking my best" I said turning back to look through my ocean of clothes and shoes. "Mhmm" Deborah sung from behind me. Once I encountered something else that peeked my interest turned to Deborah. "What do you think? it's fancy but also casual." I waited for her advice.

"when did you start becoming so picky about what you wear. normally you have a better dress sense than me"

"I know, but today I just can't seem to settle on a good outfit" I groaned out loud.

"I don't think picking an outfit is your problem. It's who you're trying to look good for" Deborah teased propping an arm on her plump hip with her lips pursed and an all knowing look.

"Nice try I always look good it's part of my job and why I became a fashion designer" I corrected motioning towards my name brand night piece and open robe that perfectly embraced my skin.

"Mhmm and I guess I'm boo boo the fool" Deborah pretended to mumble it under her breath but still loud enough for me to spin around with a hand posted on my hip.

"Ms Deborah if you have something to say then by all means please say it" I sassed trying to hide my smirk with pursed lips.

"Fine you know what I think? I think you like him" She said smugly with her nose turned up.

"Your funny" I pointed and turned as a sound between a chuckle and a scoff left my mouth.

"A joke is funny but what I'm saying is not. Girl I've know you long enough to think of you as my daughter so I know when you're acting different. And you're acting different because you like him."

"I'm not acting different when was the last time I acted different" I faced her with my arms crossed awaiting an answer.

"For example the fact that you're sitting here questioning about what to wear like a little school girl or the fact that you're going on your second date with this man instead of being at work."

"First of all it's not a date I promised my girls a day out at the aquarium. he just decided to tag along with his nieces and nephews and second you know the good thing about owning your own business? You don't have to be there." I said turning my gaze back to the closet. I heard Ms. Deborah laugh from behind me.

"Whatever you say. Your just like my daughter Teresa. All stubborn and hard of hearing. But still I'm proud of you. You're changing and glowing I can see it all over you. That boy he's brought that light back that I hadn't seen in years."

"What light" I played on her words. She giggled lightly to herself before pushing herself up with a huff. She placed a loving hand to my cheek to guide my gaze to her as she stared lovingly into my eyes "That light right there. Happiness" her words pierced me like cupids arrow and made me shy away from her gaze.