HAPPY

That evening, Amanda shooed her off to start preparation on time, knowing how much she deals with everything when it comes to dress-up, particularly in time like this. Here was one of the secrets about Daisy, she loves to be noticed too often and always imagines anything can go wrong. So the secret to her overcoming humiliation was to dress too often to kill. It was her slogan since she came to love fashion even before venturing into it. To her, if she finds herself in a situation where she doesn't know what to do, her fashion sense could save her. Makes perfect sense to her. At exactly five o'clock, Amanda went to start getting ready. She went to her room and after giving herself a lot of enabling talks, she dialed the number of the bride which rang for so long and she didn't pick. Amanda tried up to three times and when she didn't still pick, her heartbeat quickened, thinking about what she was going to do now that we had promised Daisy to make her ex pay tonight. That son of a bitch deserves his face scrubbed in the hottest part of hell just to feel the heat enough and has that dashingly smokey hot face of his, destroyed so that in his next life, he wouldn't mess with any woman again. Amanda knew the tribulation her girlfriend had gone through because of that bastard. This is part of the reason Amanda loved Daisy. She believes if Daisy could go through what she did and still came out of it with her head held high, then she deserved her respect. Everything she had today, she built it herself. At the time of the divorce, she had nothing to her name but a pregnancy, and her parents were supposed to stand by her, disowned her for dishonoring her marriage, and kicked her out of the house to the street. In tears, pain, and rejection, Daisy struggled back to the city, stayed with Amanda for a month to gather some money from the last runway and then got her own place. Thanks to her manager, her name in the modeling industry was still aflame and her price topnotch. It was with the money we started her life after and fought through it to what she is now. She caters for her son, who, curse the devil ex, is a spitting image of him. That child was everything to Daisy even though she doesn't show it much. That was part of the reason she flung him to Spain for his study, so she doesn't get to see his face all the time and get reminded of whose seed he was formed from. "Daisy, I swear to God, if I finish and you are not done, I'm leaving you!" Amanda shrilled from her permanent room in the Richards household. Daisy giggled from her room, "I bet you will." Amanda rolled her eyes and started dislodging her clothes. She removed everything to her panties and bralette, taking her time so she doesn't have to wait for Daisy when she is done as well as hope that the bride returned her call. She checked herself out in the mirror, admiring her appealing aflamed red hair cascading down her back and sharp blue eyes she had taken from her mother. Sometimes when they were younger, she had argued with Daisy which of their eyes was more beautiful being that Daisy's was a contracting green. Very green that most times it scared Amanda to look at. She smiled at the memory and trailed her hand to her cleavage where her full bosom clung to the top of her bra enticingly, making her recall that was how she had first gained the attention of the bride. That day at the club, the girl looked at her breast so intensely as though it was the best thing she had seen. Amanda is a very exquisite woman with her round curves and goofy face, she knew no one, not even the men could take her eyes off her. Same with Daisy. If there was one thing Amanda has secretly admired about Daisy, it was her blessed curves, which she hid in the pile and pile of tulle gowns. It is very rare to catch her in jean trousers or skirts. It's always from one designer gown to another. Amanda took notice of all this because she loved her friend so dearly and would make sure Ethan pay for making her unhappy. A long time ago from the day Daisy found out she loved women and promised to stay by her side as long as she doesn't look at her that way, Amanda had smiled and agreed as well as vowed also from then never to leave her side come what may. Her phone chiming loudly broke her out from her drift and she dashed to it and exhaled in relief when she saw who was calling, just who she wanted. "Hey," "Why the fuck do you think you deserve to call me after what you did to me?!" The Lady blasted, not giving her a chance. "I'm sorry, I--" "Fuck you!" She sniffed, informing Amanda that she was crying. "What do you want?" Amanda's heart broke, it looked like they shot a bullet through it. "Where are you? I want to see you, please. I will explain everything, I promise." "I don't care what you have to say. And why do you want to know where I am?" She snickered sadly, "you are so selfish, even on a day like this you want to come and fuck me!" "No!" Denied Amanda quickly, "I swear I won't... if you don't want to," She added the last part knowing she would very well want to do what she was accused of if given the chance. "I just want to be by your side..." She was about to ask her if the wedding took place when the latter rapidly said... "I'm alone right now... "Can I come pick you up? We can hang out and I will try to make you happy, okay?" There was a stretched silence that Amanda felt she would tell her to go fuck herself, but she suddenly muttered, "okay. Come to the house." "Okay, I will be there in ten minutes," She enthused, and slowly whispered "yes!" with a balled hand gesture. When she cut the call, she rushed out her room in her nude form and dashed across the room to Daisy's room and without knocking pushed the door open and entered, regretting it that instant. "God, what the hell!" Daisy jumped up from the bed where she was lying, administering self-pleasure and threw her vibrator to the side and eyed Amanda. "This is my room, Amanda. Fucken knock!" "I'm sorry... I was only carried away, that I forgot to knock. By the way, since when did I start knocking before coming into your room!" Amanda, who covered her face with her hand removed it and just as she was about to close the door, Ella used the opportunity to dash into the room with a single bark. "What do you want by the way?!" Daisy wore her panties, scooped up Ella to scratch her ears, kissed her furs, and dropped her on the bed. "I can't believe that all this while I have been shouting my ass out for you to hurry up, you were here, stuffing yourself! Please...." Daisy rolled her eyes. "I was damn horny and couldn't wait till the club. Again, I ask what do you want that made you stop me from my precious release?" Amanda recalled the reason for her wild entrance and smiled. "It appears I will leave before you with my Chevrolet. She just called and she sounded very broken. I told her I'm coming to bring her to the club. So, we will go before you." She clapped exuberantly. Daisy took her time to regain her composure and then smiled. "Well, I'm glad someone will be deprived of their wedding night. At least now he would know why it means to be truly cheated on." She huffed wickedly and went to her closet. Amanda hummed excitedly and made a funny face at Ella. "Try to make her see you as indispensable, Amanda. I know I'm not in the right position to dictate to you how to handle your love life with your chick, but this means a lot to me, and believe me if I were queer, I would make sure it happens," Daisy conferred to Amanda while sampling an alluring red shot gown adorned with diamond sparkles. "I know, Daisy. See you at the club." She waved her hand at Ella and stomped away just the way she entered. An hour later, Daisy made her way to the fancy club in the middle of the bubbly city. It was Saturday evening and therefore most people had already made their way to the club to have a good time. "What a day to have heartbreak," She said to herself and grinned widely as she made her way into the club already filled to the brim with men and women of diverse distinctive backgrounds in the city. It wasn't your regular clubhouse. "Let the party begin!" …