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"I don't know what to wear" I moan for the hundred times holding a dress to my body looking straight at the mirror trying to visualize myself in it.
"You'd look great in anything, I don't see why you still haven't made your mind up" I can see Tasha reflection through the mirror raising her eyebrows at me sighing.
"You know it'd be nice if you actually help me, as that's the reason why you are here remember" I placed the dress on the bed with the other piles of clothes spread out.
I'm having a wardrobe disaster as of now. Nothing seems to fit, and if they do, I don't like how my bump feel like watermelon in it. I was in the middle of panicking when I called Tasha to help me out, but it turns out not to be the help I need. All she kept murmuring is 'Cher anything will look beautiful on you.' She doesn't know how hard it is to be pregnant and not being able to look great in anything.
" I offered my help but you refuse it, what else do you want me to do" she peer through her phone at me winking.
I sigh giving in to defeat, "it's official, I'm going on this this date with just my pajamas as this is the only thing that is comfy right now."
"Don't be ridiculous Cher" Tasha stood up from the bed for the first time where she'd be lying since she'd be here. "Look at this" she picked up a tight fitting dress from the bed, it has sequins all over it with deep V neck. The dress is literally reading "hey, I'm here to steal your man and take me the ball asshole" all over it. I snub my nose together looking at her in disbelief.
"I'm not going to the ball T. And I don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard." I sat on the bed my hands going for my face. I'm so frustrated beyond compares.
"I don't even know where we are going, mind you he mentioned for me to pack my bag. Look like we're going on a trip or something. And it almost late noon, he'd be here anytime soon" I rant my hands flying in all directions.
"Calm down Cher, take a deep breath" she walks towards me placing her hands on my bump, gently rubbing it in circles, "mummy is having a hard time, isn't she buddy" she smiles at me. I suddenly felt a sense of calm, loving her hands on my bump.
"Thank you" I smile at her, showing her my appreciation.
"Anytime babes, so back to business. I want thinking, since he's taking you on a trip, that means it's just a casual dinner, right?" I gave her a nod.
She went straight for my wardrobe searching through my piles of clothes that seems to be any help so far. I watch as she search through the wardrobe until she pull out a black romper and a brown thick cardigan.
"Here you go my friend" she lay them down on my lap and speed away for my white canvases at the far end of my bed. She soon bring them to me, going straight back to my drawer pulling out a beanie and a gloves.
"Call me a fashion stylist or what" she said proudly poking her tongue at me.
"You're the best, I knew I could count on you" I smile at the outfit quickly changing into them. I examine myself at the mirror and I can say I look great. I feel comfortable which is a check for my pregnancy and totally put together without trying too hard. Casual yet chic. I spin around lunging for Tasha.
"Come here, give mama a hug" I held her tightly.
"Don't get ahead of yourself now Cher, my work isn't done. So I say you get your butt down and let me work my magic." I didn't object there, quickly putting out my dressing stool.
Tasha soon get to work, applying here and there to my face. She pulled out the curling iron and did her job. Soon she came to stop and ask me to take a look.
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