Sugar Baby

thirty-two

꧁*｡Omerettá *｡ﾟ꧂

"Everything is going to be just fine Omerettá, just go in there, let her try the dress on, get your money, and leave..."

I sit in the driveway of Dr. Lewis' home trying my best to collect myself before going inside. After class today, I had told her I had finished designing and sewing the dress.

She then proceeded to tell me I could come over to her place at 6 to bring it and see if everything works well. Before I could say anything else, she gave me her address and left out the class.

After 5 minutes of sitting in the driveway, I finally find the courage to pick the dress bag up and go to the front door.

The door opens quickly showing Dr. Lewis standing with her natural loose hair in a messy bun, grey tee and black leggings. I've never seen her dress so comfy before like this.

"Um, hey."

"Omerettá, hey! Come on in!"

I follow her into her home and she leads me into her living room. Her house had a very modern look to it and gave more of a house instead of a home.

"I know I don't have it on my face but I'm very excited to try the dress out."

Smiling softly, I hand her the bag. "Well I hope you like it."

"Let me go try it on. Do you want anything to eat or drink? Snacks, water?"

"No, I'm good, thank you though."

She nods and goes to another room down the hallway, leaving me in the living room by myself. 

My eyes glance around her home and I see mostly pictures with her and her husband hanging on the wall. However, there was one small picture of a baby boy and girl together on the shelf above the fireplace. I didn't know she had kids...

Dr. Lewis comes from the other room wearing the dress, smiling ear to ear. The dress looked great on her and hugged all the small curves she had but the bottom was a tad bit long. "Omerettá, this is just so gorgeous. It's much more beautiful in person."

"Thank you. Let me try to adjust the bottom so it won't be as long."

Grabbing the scissors from my sewing kit, I kneel down in front of her to make the adjustments. I could feel her eyes watching my every move closely as I begin to cut the extra fabric slowly.

The room was awkwardly quiet until she flat out asks me, "So, why did you really quit?"

My stomach starts to turn and could already tell

"I told you it was because of personal reasons..."

"I know that's not the whole truth. I'm guessing you've heard some things about me. Things that may have made you uncomfortable."

Glancing up, I see she was still looking down at me but I quickly look away, staying quiet.

She notices I wasn't looking and bends down in front of me so I can look directly in my face. "Look, I'm not proud of who I used to be. I made mistakes, and I hurt people, but that's not the person I am anymore. I've worked hard to change. But I understand if what you heard made you doubt me."