Myra.
“Don’t you think it will be tight?” I asked the seamstress who seemed to be trying to slide the dress down my hip bone.
I had tried it, just a week before the party and today; it is the night of the party. Everyone is busy preparing for it and here I am, trying to force my lower body in the gown that I had picked myself. “Nope.” The seamstress replied, popping the p.
Working together with her to make this dress was actually something that took my mind off lots of things, for example what Gus had done to me and also, Alpha Clarke’s confession. Not entirely but she had kept me company and then, there is Akila, Ruby and Elizabeth that never wanted to leave my side even for a minute. That time, I felt blessed.
I pressed back my words, letting her do what she does best. The dress slow
