Matchmaker: BOOK I [Y/N X KAI]

✨ Chapter 38 ✨

"Seriously, Niki? You think that's convincing? After that, I didn't see you for two fucking years. And then suddenly, when I've decided to get married, I see you again and not only once but twice in one damn week? Do you really think we're that stupid to not understand, huh?" he growls aloud.

"Look.." I sigh "You've to believe that I didn't do this on purpose, okay? I had no idea you and Sara would be here or at the dress shop. It wasn’t even my idea to go to either of those places, it was my clients. I swear, the only reason I'm here is because it's my clients favourite restaurant, nothing else. If you don’t believe me, you can go and ask her by yourself," I whisper. I suddenly feel so weak and tired of explaining but apparently it's the only way to survive this conversation.

Atif frowns. Ugh, I've always hated it the most when he was like this.

"Atif.. if I'm being honest, right now, seeing the two of you is killing me! The day you left me at the altar was the single, worst day of my entire life! Watching you live out what I thought that day was gonna be with the woman you left me for is the last thing I want!" I exclaim, tears bridging on my eyes.

"Fine!" he groans, not giving a damn to how I'm feeling, "You can go back to your party. But if you screw things up for me and Sara, well, remember that I know my rights too," he growls.

You're the one that called me!

"Okay, I'm going.." I whisper, "Though, can I ask you a question first?"

He sighs a little too exasperatedly, "Sure, go on. It's my wedding day so I'm feeling pretty nice."

He's enjoying this, isn’t he? But I gotta know.

"What do you even see in Sara, anyway? I know she's hot, but-"

"It's not about that, Niki.." he answers my question before I finish.

Sure, it isn't about that.

"When we were together, I could never really tell what exactly you wanted or if you were even happy with it.." he sighs and then smiles "But when it comes to Sara, if she wants something, she just says so. So, you see, it's easy to be with her."

So, basically, he likes her because she's demanding? Wow..

"I see. I'll take my leave now.." I grit out.

"Goodbye, Niki. For what it's worth, I don't regret the time that we spent together.." he says. Good for you, Atif. But I think that we're both gonna have to agree to disagree on that one.

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My head's still spinning as I leave Atif's dressing room, but an exchange coming from Sara's dressing room pulls me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not paying you to stare at me all doe-eyed like this! Do something!" she yells at a girl in front of her.

"With all due respect, I don't see any difference between how the dress looks now and how it looked last week," the voice was Piyuu's.

"Last week, it didn't look funny. But now it does!" she yells again.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but if I need to make some changes, I'd need more details of the difference than funny" Piyuu responds as politely as possible.

"You dare challenge me?" she growls.

"I'm not challenging! I'm asking.." Piyuu's practically shaking "Okay, Sara, what if I just pinned that bit here? Does it help?"

She picks up a random bit of the skirt and pins it to make a ruffle.

"Is that better now?" she questions.

Sara throws her hands up in a classic Bridezilla fashion, turns dramatically..and spots me standing in the doorway.

"Hey, you! What are you doing here? Do you have something to say to me, huh? And what's up with that pretty new dress, beeyotch?" she asks.

Argh! This girl. Nobody gets to call me that except my bestie. And she'd never.

"Don't dare call me bitch, and stop harassing the nice dressmaker!" I growl.

"I wouldn’t have done so, only if she'd have done her job right and make me look good!" she yells.

"Her job was to make a dress to your specifications, deliver it, and help get it on for the wedding and she's done her job damn right!" I raise my voice hard.

"Exactly, and you know what? I've held up my end of the deal. So you can stuff this shit," Piyuu adds in.

"Excuse me?" Sara mumbles dumbfounded.

"That's right. You heard me loud and clear," Piyuu growls.

Hell yas! Tell her off, Piyuu!

"Ugh, fine. You're free to go, Piyuu. And never come back again," Sara groans.

Piyuu practically runs toward me and follows me out. Before leaving, I turn one last time to face Sara.

"By the way, Sara, I just thought I should let you know that you look beautiful," I smirk.

"And why the hell should I trust your opinion? You literally hate me!" she crosses her arms.

"Exactly! And so, if you looked ugly, do you really think that I'd pass up the chance to tell you so or mock you? Hell nah!" I roll my eyes.

"You’re right.." she frowns, "The most honest opinion one can get is the one from an enemy. This is a great dress. Piyuu did well."

Finally, some sense on her head.

"But she still has no right to come at me like that! That bitch freaking yelled at me, her client! How extremely unprofessional and nasty that behaviour was!" she yells.

Well, nevermind. How wild of me to imagine this girl being sensible.

"It's ironic how you're the one talking about nasty behaviour," I laugh, "And girl, her deal's done. She doesn’t owe you no shit. So calm your ass down and get a life."

Sticking my middle finger up to her, I walk out of the dressing room and make my way to Piyuu.

✨ To Be Continued ✨