My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25

Well I thought why not...
Bonus chapter
Happy reading...

I had dozed off on the couch of our lounge and was woken up by something soft being crawling up on my tummy.

'Hi!'

I opened my eyes to a mono-toothed Maryam who grinned at me.
Ohh she was here?

'Up already!', he bit and I gazed further up to see my upside down man glaring at me.

'Hi!', she chimed again and babbled something.

I sat up and found Zasha hurrying upstairs with my dress for the evening.
Ohh yeah it was our reception...

'Come on!'
My man scooped up Maryam and gestured me to go upstairs.

I rubbed my eyes and stood up only to be thrown back into the couch with huge gush of dizziness.
Gosh!
Last night had been quite a marathon.

'Get up!', he chuckled and pulled me up from the couch while Maryam giggled at my state.

I sauntered sluggishly towards the stairs and adjusted my bearings.

'Move that lazy ass!', he whisper yelled and spanked my not so generous butt.

Sheesh
I yelped at the sudden hit and slapped his arm.

'What?', he shouted.
'we'll be late!'

'Can't e do it tomorrow?', I said rubbing my nose that itched hell a lot.
Hearing his laugh, I huffed and took my stair flight.

'AYLA!'
Zasha yelled from upstairs and my pace quickened.

'What the hell?', she shrieked
'We'll be late!'

Yeah I know.

She pushed me under the shower and I took my time. My limbs ached as if they had been running whole night.

'Ayla? Come out now. We'll be late!', she yelled from outside and all I wanted was to smash my head against the wall.

This late word was now taking a toll on me.

'Hurry up!', she jumped at me when I opened the door and soon got slipped into my dress for the evening.
A peach gown with pearls studded on its falls.

Wow
Where did that come from?

I was praising my dress when I felt myself being pushed down over something.

What the hell?

I looked around and found a middle aged woman with some brushes in her hand.

'Time for makeover!', she sang and started caking me up.

'Just keep it natural!', I heard Zasha from behind and wondered what she was doing.

I tried to look back but got pushed back in my seat.

'You really don't wanna look like a famished bitch on your big day right?', that woman asked and I nodded my head.

Who would?

'Then stay put!', she bit and I got a bit scared.

Why was everyone scolding me?

'Its almost seven guys!', I saw Zaid poking his head inside with his dark inky strands casting a shadow over his forehead.

'Hurry up!', he shrieked glaring at me and closed the door harshly.

What did I do now?

'Stay put kid!', my beautician said in a clipped tone.