Made from Me.

CHAPTER THREE: WEDDING BELLS

ISA POV

It's the day my eldest step sister has been looking forward to and perhaps all other person except me in the house. It's Jenny's wedding day. I am a little bit delighted to see how all these unfolds. She can't stop talking about it. Well not to be considered pessimistic, but I had thought, I would do all the works but God Intervened.

Out of the generiousity of his heart, Jenny's husband had made sure that we have extra professional hands to help out for the wedding.

And that I am so grateful for. Immediately, these extra professional hands stepped in, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Their efficiency and expertise eased the burden of hosting such a grand event. As I observed them in action, seamlessly orchestrating the ceremony, I couldn't help but appreciate the luxury and convenience that wealth could afford. Yet, amidst the opulence, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider, an observer in this world of extravagance that seemed so distant from my own reality.

Perhaps, for my step sister and her spouses, these lavish weddings were more than just celebrations; they were symbols of their status and privilege, a way to escape into a bubble of luxury from the complexities of everyday life. But for me, it served as a reminder of the stark contrast between their world and mine, leaving me to ponder the true meaning of happiness and fulfillment.

Before Noon our house was looking indeed like a palace, all the right decorations in the right places. Everything was beautiful except me. I was just in the kitchen.

' Isa, Isa leave the kitchen and get dressed.

Today no more work, no work at all' My step mother said immediately she entered the kitchen.

' After I have finished working myself out, ' I muttered to myself.

'Did you say something? '

I shook my head sideways, as I stood up clumsily from the corner I had sat. I headed downstairs to my tiny room which I was sharing with some of the chefs.

' Get dressed into something very beautiful ' My stepmother called after me.

' like there is any dress you gave to me' I slammed the door of my room behind me immediately I entered.

"Is everything alright, Isa?" asked one of the chefs, noticing my frustration.

"Yeah, just another day in paradise," I replied with a forced smile, rummaging through my wardrobe for something remotely presentable.

"Come on, Isa, let's make today special," urged another chef, handing me a simple yet elegant dress.

I hesitated, ' No Dear, I have lots of beautiful dresses that I am yet to wear courtesy of my late mother, I will just go dig up something from her box'

"An old dress, try this instead," insisted the chef, her eyes full of sincerity.

With a deep breath, I shook my head and rejected the dress politely, grateful for their support.

I opened one of my mother's old boxes and brought out a very beautiful dress.

" Don't worry you would see my dress, it's old but gold". I told them.

As I changed, memories flooded my mind, reminding me of a time when life felt lighter, I remembered when my Mom wore this dress, how beautiful she was, before my father remarried and everything changed. O death!!

But today, maybe, just maybe, I could reclaim a bit of that joy.

Emerging from my room, I felt a glimmer of hope as I ascended the stairs, ready to face whatever the day had in store.

As I reached the halfway point on the staircase, my stepmother's sharp gaze met mine, and her voice pierced the air with an accusatory tone. "I've never seen this dress before. Where did you get it from?" Her eyes bore into me, searching for anysign of wrongdoing. I took a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite the tension in the air.

" Did you borrow it?"

" No"

"Did you steal it? "

I glanced down at my dress, a slight flush creeping up my cheeks. "No, I didn't steal it. It's just something I found buried in the back of my closet. Must have forgotten about it."

She scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. " your closet, huh? I find that hard to believe. You know you can't a very beautiful dress such as this"

" But my Mother could".

" She came from the grave? "

That stung harder than it sounded. I looked away. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was always the same argument with her – anything that brought me joy was automatically deemed unnecessary. "I got it from my Mother's old box of clothes," I insisted, my voice steady. "And I did not know it was there all these while until today.

"indeed " She scoffed.

"I just wanted something nice to wear."

Her expression softened, but only slightly. "Well, it looks good, but would have looked better on the bride. Wait, hope you are not planning on outshining my daughters?"

I knew better than to argue further. Instead, I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Not at all Mother, you asked that I wear something beautiful in the spirit of celebration," I said, forcing myself to sound polite. Deep down, I resented the constant scrutiny and lack of support, but I knew better than to voice those feelings aloud.

My stepmother's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before she finally turned and continued up the stairs, leaving me alone in the hallway. As I watched her disappear from view, a wave of frustration washed over me. It seemed like no matter what I did, I would never be able to please her. And I don't care again.

But despite her disapproval, I refused to let her dampen my spirits. Straightening my shoulders, I continued my ascent, determined to face whatever challenges the day had in store with grace and resilience. After all, I couldn't let her negativity hold me back from pursuing my own happiness and dreams.

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The feast lasted for two days, Jenny was getting married to an affluencial man. On the second day, she was to travel back home to his land. My Step mother was so teary.I know she would miss her. But it is what it is. I was happy she was leaving. My chores are decreasing.

After washing my clothes, I snuck into the kitchen and got some of the delicious food prepared by the professional Chefs and headed to my favourite spot in the world. It's been Three weeks and some days since I last saw Mama. I needed to give her some of these delicious meals. hatGPT 3.5

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After washing my clothes, I snuck into the kitchen and got some of the delicious food prepared by the professional Chefs and headed to my favourite spot in the world.

It's been Three weeks and some days since I last saw Mama. I needed to give her some of these delicious meals. So she would join in our celebration.

Getting to front of her house, a truck with loads of food item zoomed right before me. That must be her son. I knocked and went in.

Mama was so delighted to see me as she leaped for joy. 'My Isa, it's been a while. You remembered me.'

As Mama embraced me warmly, I replied, "Of course, Mama. How could I forget you? I brought you some delicious food from the kitchen. The chefs outdid themselves today."

Mama's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "Oh, bless your heart, Isa. You always know how to make an old woman happy. Come, sit down. Tell me everything that's been happening in your life."

I settled into the chair, smiling. "You remembered, I told you that my step sister's are getting married,' Mama nodded. " The eldest got married yesterday, "

" Oh! This explains the music, that have been playing since yesterday, I remember now, hope you are not stressing yourself? "

I laughed. "Thankfully the Husband hired Servers and Chefs, I have just been paying keen attention to their methods and recipes of cooking while I help the run little errands. Nothing that hurts And I've been trying out some new recipes in my own spare time. Nothing compares to the meals prepared by those professional chefs though."

Mama chuckled, her hands busy unpacking the food I brought. "Ah, but homemade meals have their own special touch. There's nothing like a dish made with love."

" I know right".

" The meal smells good".

" Can it be compared to the one I perceived the last time, I was here? Not at all, I was too burdened to compliment the sweet aroma." I stood up to go.

" So soon? " She asked.

" Yes Mama, Thank you for having me, I will visit and stay longer the next time. But now, my presence is highly needed. Greet your son for me. With that I dashed out and ran home.