C'est la vie!

Chapter 2🥀

Max interrupted my sleep by with his loud yell. I groaned before facing him. He was dressed up in a formal attire. Work?

Max's house had two bedrooms, yet because of the panic attacks that started after the incident I was always sleeping in his room.

"Where are you going?" I questioned his all black African outfit.

"Perry's dad said it was okay if we wore the black to the engagement because... you know?"

Yeah, I know. We were still mourning, but I hated wearing the She's-mourning-her-parent-and-younger-brother's-death-Poor-her label.

What to wear? What to wear?

Petra was already spamming me and yelling at me through text message, I had to get ready soon and there wasn't even enough time to do my hair-

- "my hair!" I touched it in alarm. It was disheveled from last night when Max had helped me take my braids off. Not having enough time, I settled with corn rows.

It was just an engagement party right? With just adults and no teenager that I needed to impress so, no fuss.

Having taken care of only five percent of the problem, I began to rummage through Max's clothes for anything African print. In the fullness of time, I got one and it put it on and tried to style the big shirt to suit.

But even with my styling finesse, it was still obvious that these clothes weren't meant for me.

Nevertheless, I chose accepting to looking hideous over that all black 'label'.

I wore it over my jeans skirt. I know jeans skirt isn't traditional but, I couldn't go through another stress. But I compensated for it by putting on an old African print sandals that didn't even match the top. But at least I was trying.

But when we got to the occasion and I realized there were actual youths on the ground, I felt ashamed, horrified, abashed, embarrassed, disconcerted... and every adjective that was synonymous to feeling like being swallowed before anyone caught a glimpse of you.

Too late!

Perry was already looking in my direction. He was sitting at the very back with another guy whose hair had been neatly sectioned and braided.

Even he was looking nice in these braids.

The guy turned too and I felt more of those adjectives. He was lavishly handsome too, and I felt the urge to ask Perry if all the people around him had to look this good.

But this was not the time to take note of unnecessary things. Not that handsome boys are unnecessary.

I fiddled nervously. "Uh... have you seen..." I veered their attention off my outfit.

"They're there", Perry pointed to the table four rows away from the display stage. I could see Petra, Lois and Sesinam and the empty seat, obviously waiting for me to fill into.

Shamefully, I walked my way to them, ignoring all the glances my imagination made of people looking my way.

Sitting down finally, I felt relieved to be no longer in sight by others. But, I was mortified by the comments my girls passed over my outfit, feeling horrible over again.

They were humorous comments at first, till Lois said when she saw me, she thought I was Petra's security man in skirt. "To be honest", she added with a serious face which, ironically, only made it even funnier.

It took a lot of cajoling from the girls before I finally agreed to stand up again and find another top from Petra's room, but I agreed nonetheless.