"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..." 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭
He was the only thing holding her together, preventing her from falling apart. He was the only thing that mad...
Not gonna lie, the song did set the mood like Zee had predicted earlier. It has been on repeat for forever and I slowly found myself starting to enjoy its lull. It was oddly satisfying.
My white themed room was…quiet. The only sound in the room was Fave's unending voice that was flowing out through the speakers of my JBL. The light-skinned girl that stood in front of me was too distracted by working wonders on my face. She was too engrossed in what she was doing to utter a word.
"I want my master-piece to be flawless." Her words, not mine.
I appreciated the quietness. It allowed me to gather and process my thoughts. It was soothing in a way and I could feel my pent up tension and nervousness seeping out of me slowly.
I didn't know I'd be this nervous about the whole thing.
"You'll make one helluva gorgeous bride one day, babes," Chizaram's rich voice pierced my thoughts, yanked me out of my head and jerked me back to reality.
My eyes met her light brown orbs that were clouded with warmth and pure admiration.
"Like, girl, look at you. Ugh, I wish you could see yourself right now." She gushed, giggling like a little girl.
My cheeks heated warmly at her compliment.
"Chizaram," I groaned, I was starting to grow impatient. Mom doesn't deal well with tardiness. She hated it and I honestly didn't have the strength for one of her squabbles.
"Aunty, calm down and stop wiggling in your seat." She rolled her eyes, brushing the sides of my face with more powder.
"Zee, that's enough paint for one night." I exhaled.
"There are guests waiting outside, remember?" One of my brows tugged up instinctively, my tone questioning, in an attempt to call her attention back to what she was missing.
