Madison looked at Kaia with killer eyes. If looks could kill, then Kaia would have been 6fts under a long time ago.
"It's really beautiful,it's entirely what I envisioned my wedding dress should be, this is so amazing," Kaia gushed not minding that Madison was staring at her with jealousy.
"You should be grateful to me for making your dreams come true, you won't be able to wear this dress if it weren't for me, so you have to be grateful," Madison jealously said while she folded her hands and glared daggers at Kaia who didn't even bother to pay attention to her.
She was only happy that she would wear her dream dress and the happiness was evident in her eyes as she held the dress. Madison's insults sounded like music to her ears and if she could, she would want more of it.
Though this was a fake wedding, a fake marriage,this was a real dress and it gave her comfort. She could not believe that Madison could give out this dress but it seemed that Madison would do anything to get rid of her.
"You should dress up, I don't know how many times I have to stress that the groom's family would soon be here to pick her up, 5 minutes, that's what I give you all," she pointed her fingers as she tried walking away but she was stopped by Kaia.
"Wait a minute Madison," she called out with her hands outstretched.
"What do you want?" Madison snapped as she turned back.
"I only want to know if he will be walking me down the isle," Kaia asked as she stared straight into Madison's eyes hoping for positive answer. Even though it was a fake wedding, it will be awesome if he was the one who walked her down the isle.
Madison in return looked at Kaia and burst into laughter. She obviously knew who the "he" she was referring to was. It was none other than their dad.
"You would be so delusional to think that he will walk you down the isle, he won't even be around for the wedding, dream on, get her dressed in five minutes, I don't want any delays," she gave out the final order and swiftly left the room.
"That's right, why do I keep trying, he has never shown that he loved me, so why do I keep on wanting his love," Kaia murmured to herself as she turned to the stylists dejected.
The pain in her eyes was extremely clear and it was worse since she was trying to hold back her tears.
The oldest of the stylists pulled her into a hug while stroking her back. Kaia on the other hand didn't react. She only stood numb, her environment seemed to have fade away. It was such an horrible feeling to want to let out your feelings but you couldn't.
"It's fine, get me dressed, they would soon arrive," Kaia pulled away as she forced a smile towards them which broke the stylists' hearts immediately.
"Alright," they replied to her. It wasn't fair if they were sad while she was trying to be happy. It wasn't good to her.
"The dress is really pretty,"
"I know right,"
"Miss Kaia is extremely lucky to be able to wear this,"
"I feel it's her style, it will suit her more than Miss Madison,"
"I feel that way also,"
The young stylists chattered as they tried to bring the wedding dress out. Kaia only looked on. No doubt, the dress was extremely beautiful.
Hell, she loved it but it just felt something was missing. What's the whole essence of wearing such a beautiful dress if her parents were not even going to be at the wedding.
"Remember, it's a fake wedding Kaia," a voice dropped in her mind. She closed her eyes and opened it once more.
"Let's do this," she whispered to herself.
Few minutes later, Kaia was dressed in one of the,if not most historical wedding dress in the history of the city. She was adorned with a transparent veil, yet her face wasn't too visible. This was necessary so as to deceive the groom.
"Oh my,"
"I knew it,"
"This dress was made for her,"
The stylists gushed as they stared at her with obvious admiration.
Meanwhile, Kaia was standing and wondering,
"If she was to be covered with a veil, then why the necessary makeup, she was already feeling so itchy," she thought to herself as her mind drifted to her mom.
Just once, she would love to see her mom. She might not be able to talk to her since her mom was incapacitated, but seeing her face might just give her the courage she needs to go on with this task. With that thought in mind, Kaia dismissed the stylists.
"Uhm, please can you all give me a minute alone?" She asked politely and they nodded in agreement. They didn't think she will try to run away, for one the dress was too heavy.
"Sure, girls, let's leave her to herself," the head stylist said and they all trooped out, all 8 of them.
Kaia looked around the room as she began searching for her phone. She was sure she came into the room with her phone, then was it?
"Ohh, yeah," she nodded as she walked to the vanity table. She heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the phone was there. She would be mad at herself if Madison had made away with the phone, she knew how she could be.
She quickly dialed Nurse Angelica's number. She had no idea if she would be seeing her mom for the last time because she was well too aware of how her would-be husband's reputation was.
He was sickly, old, and was on death's bed. Would she be a widow immediately she gets married? Was that how this world was? Would he even be around for his own wedding?
All these various thoughts flowed through her head as the phone rang. She prayed really hard for the nurse to pick and soon, she picked the call up.
"Nurse," Kaia called as she fought so hard to not burst into tears. It was a video call she made, she wanted to see her mom, she wanted to know how her mom was faring.
"Kaia, where have you been and is that a wedding dress I see on you, just what have you been up to?" Angelica asked as she glared at Kaia.
She really took the lass as her kid. Her mom was lying on the sick bed and the lass has been trying her best, so it comes as a surprise seeing her dressed in a wedding dress.
"I will explain everything later, but for now, I want to see my mom, can you please let me see her?" Kaia requested, her voice sounding extremely shaky. This was how hard she was finding it to control her tears.
"Mom," Kaia called immediately her eyes met with her mom who was on the bed.
"Mom," she continued calling as she stroked the surface of the phone as though she was stroking her mom's face.