SWEAR THAT YOU WILL MARRY, XAVIER

“You’ll look lovely in this Leah, why don’t you go try it on,” Vera said with a wide smile plastered on her face. She became the only motherly figure I had left when my own mum fell sick, and I constantly wondered how an angel like her could ever marry a devil like Thomas Kingsley, and worst of all birth a cheat like Xavier. She was one of the reasons I could not just call off my relationship with Xavier, not like I had any say in that aspect. But it would break her, and she was already suffering from heart complications, and any slight news can lead her into having another heart attack, and I could not afford to do that. “Okay aunty,” I said with a genuine smile. I examined myself in the mirror. My body, wrapped in gold silk material. It had embroidery of crystals around the chest, trailing down upwards to form a V-pattern on my cleavage area. The gown clung to me like a second skin, pooling down my legs, enough to cover my feet a little bit—but never too much, else how would