The Dress Fitting
882 Words
The bridal boutique smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, a sweetness that clung to the air. Soft music played from hidden speakers, and the tall mirrors reflected a thousand versions of Amara as she stepped carefully onto the raised podium. The gown shimmered under the light—white satin embroidered with tiny silver beads, hugging her figure before flaring gracefully to the ground.
The tailor clapped her hands together. “Oh! Absolutely stunning. My dear, you look like royalty. I swear, this dress was made for you.”
Ada’s jaw dropped. “Amara! You’re glowing. Daniel had better prepare himself, because this sight would bring tears.”
Amara forced a smile, twirling slightly. From the outside, she was every inch the radiant bride. But on the inside, her stomach twisted. She glanced toward the chair where her phone lay face-up, the black screen taunting her. No message. No missed calls.
Ada noticed. “Waiting for him?”
Amara sighed. “I told Daniel about today. He promised to come, at least for the final look. But…” She shook her head. “He’s not here.”
“Men,” Ada muttered, rolling her eyes. “They don’t understand the importance of these things.”
“No, it’s not just that,” Amara whispered. Her voice was tight, betraying her fear. “He’s been… different. Calls at night. Leaving the house for hours. Saying things like, don’t stress yourself, I’ll handle it. Handle what?”
Ada crossed her arms. “You think he’s hiding something?”
Amara’s throat tightened. “Yesterday, I saw him at the hotel lobby.”
Ada’s eyes widened. “And?”
“He wasn’t alone,” Amara continued, her voice barely audible. “There was a woman. Pregnant. He held her arm, like she was fragile. Like she meant something.”
The tailor paused mid-pin, darting a glance their way before pretending to focus again.
Ada frowned. “Amara, be careful with your words. Daniel loves you. Maybe that was his sister. You know Chioma’s in town.”
“Then why hasn’t she called me? Why is she staying hidden in a hotel instead of with the family? "Why does Daniel avoid answering when I ask about her?”
Ada hesitated. “Maybe she’s resting. Traveling while pregnant isn’t easy.”
Amara’s head snapped up. “Pregnant? How do you know she’s pregnant?”
Ada froze, realizing too late. “He… mentioned it, I think. At dinner. Didn’t he?”
“No,” Amara said flatly. Her heart sank. “He didn’t.”
The boutique seemed to grow colder. Pregnant. Daniel’s sister—or someone else? Her mind reeled with the possibility. What if it isn’t Chioma? What if Daniel is hiding another woman entirely?
Ada quickly reached for her hand. “Listen, don’t do this to yourself. You’ve been through betrayal before, I know. But Daniel is not your ex. You can’t let old wounds poison this new love.”
Amara’s reflection in the mirror stared back at her. The veil framed her face, delicate as a cloud, but her eyes looked haunted. She whispered, “What if I’m being blind again?”
Ada gripped her shoulders. “You’re not. You’re just scared. Look at the way Daniel treats you. His whole family adores you. Would they really smile in your face if he was betraying you like that?”
Amara swallowed. “Sometimes people smile to hide their guilt.”
Her phone buzzed suddenly, making both women jump. Amara grabbed it instantly.
Daniel: Running late. Don’t wait for me. Will explain later. Love you.
Her chest constricted. Will explain later. Love you. The words felt rehearsed, too clean.
Ada peered at the message. “See? He said he loves you. You’re overthinking.”
“Then why not come?” Amara whispered. “Why not explain now?”
Ada pressed her lips together, unable to answer.
The tailor cleared her throat politely. “Should I proceed with the final adjustments, madam?”
Amara nodded stiffly, stepping back onto the podium. As pins clicked into fabric, her mind churned. Images of Daniel’s hand on that woman’s arm, the curve of her swollen belly, the perfume clinging faintly to his shirt… it all swirled into a storm she couldn’t quiet.
Ada sat down, watching her carefully. “Amara, you need to trust him. Doubt can kill love faster than lies ever could.”
Amara’s lips trembled. “But lies… they killed me once. I can’t go through that again.”
Silence filled the boutique, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the hum of the music.
Finally, Ada spoke, softer this time. “Then find out the truth, Amara. Ask him directly. Don’t torture yourself with maybes.”
Amara stared into the mirror, at the bride who looked perfect but felt fractured. She nodded slowly. “I will. One way or another, I’ll know.”
Her heart pounded, each beat like a warning. Chioma. The hidden sister. The whispers in the night. The pregnant woman in the hotel. And Daniel, always saying: Don’t stress. I’ll handle it.
But what if what he was handling… was the very thing that could shatter her?
Amara lifted her chin, a resolve sparking beneath the fear. She wouldn’t remain blind. Not again.
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