Dismay never stops sometimes, the car drove away just before I reached it. I tried to observe its number plate but that was hidden under a black cloth hung from the back.
I felt pissed off and tried talking to my husband on the phone but he was busy too.
The day was horrible but it wasn't over yet. As I looked up from my desk I saw a couple chit chatting as they entered and to my awe it was my husband's manager Deb and a beautiful long haired brunette he walked in with.
Strangely enough the brunettes features were almost similiar to mine, probably the same height, build of the body but she was quite pale than I was.
"Hello sir! How may I help you?", I asked.
"She wants a beautiful gown designed for her. Don't you sweetie?", he pressed his fist against her waist.
"Yes dear",she replied hesitantly.
"Great, let me take your measurements. You can give me all the details of the kind of gown you want. It could be that we had something similiar in our wardrobe. If not I promise to design you your dream gown!", I amswered in my most friendly tone.
"Dont care about the money. I can pay handsomely!", he replied in a pompous tone.
I took her measurements and she replied," I really don't have anything in my mind in particular about the gown. I'd be greatful if you design me something of your choice!"
"My choice? Really?", I enquired in a gasp.
"Yes mam please!"
"Okay then! Can you atleast give me a color of your choice?", I asked.
"PINK..! Make it pink not too much pink..but the pink of the carnation kinda!", Deb replied cutting in.
"It's her gown and would be the best if she chose!", I replied haughtily.
"No mam! I'll take the color Deb suggested!", she answered.
Thank your for visiting, I greeted them their goodbyes.
It was totally weird I felt how Deb stared into my eyes as he said Carnation Pink! Come to think of it, for a second I thought it was maybe for me.
Maybe I was paranoid. Why would he get me a gown? Or has he something sinister in his mind?