HARD WORK

HARD WORK _ 63

SUNNY

WE AIN'T GETTING NO YOUNGER ....

'Roxy I do not think I am ready. I have never done this before.'

'Babe we've done this before. In a smaller scale but it's almost the same thing. You have nothing to worry about. We're here and we will support you.'

'It's not the same as when we did it together. I am alone now and there will be people judging my art with her clothes. Why did I agree to do this for her. I'm still dealing with being an independent gallery owner.'

Roxanne sighed ,she really did not know why her bestfriend was so nervous.

'Like I said all of us we will all be there,I will be one of the models too remember and your babies too. So stop getting cold feet and let's go slay the catwalk.'

Sunny looked at herself in the mirror not really understanding why Gabriella made a white dress for her opening what if something happened and she spilt something in it. She was after all the clumsy one.

' Miss Sunny. please follow me this way. We need to get your make-up done.'

At the venue one of Gabriella's make-up artists grabbed her hand and took her in through the setup dressing area. She did not want to do my makeup. Her mind was on her work. She  needed to make sure her paintings were already hung and the runway was set so everyone could see the paintings as they came in and waited on the show.

' You need to stop worrying,I checked everything and all is how you wanted it. You already have a few buyers for most of the paintings. Where is Ivan? I haven't seen him.'

The smile she had had on her face turned upside down.

'He got held up at work and he couldn't leave.'

'Oh sorry baby but I think it's your turn to go down the runway now'

Sunny walked down the runaway exactly how she had been practicing with the models the whole week. Everybody sat facing her and she did wonder why because she had been to one of Gabby's show and the seating arrangement was never like this.

'Must be a new thing'

She thought as soon as she got to the front of the runaway a white canvas was lowered down infront of her and Jagged edge let's get married started playing. She noticed there was writing in it with paint. It took her a minute to register what it was. The guests were now looking behind her.

She turned to find Ivan on one knee with something sparkly in his hand. The lights on the stage  reflected on the object in his hand, blinding her. He could not finish his speech when she prematurely replied yes . Unbeknownst to her, she was also agreeing to her wedding.

'Come'

She turned to a familiar voice and her brother stood there in his tuxedo ready to walk her down the aisle. She then noticed that Ivan was in a blue and white tuxedo which matched her bouquet. That Roxy handed to her out of nowhere.

'I am getting married?'

'Yes mommy,now wait for me to walk ahead of you'

Her daughter also showed up from somewhere with her basket full of African flowers that she started to scatter as soon as the pianoist played the wedding tune after the bridesmaids had passed. Her bridesmaids and close friends all came out with their husbands and walked infront of her. She silently thanked whoever invented tear proof mascara when she spotted her kids both standing at the end of the isle with Ivan.