Bride in making

Chapter seventeen
Jayde
I couldn't think for several minutes. It felt like I was knocked out. I still can't believe I accepted to do something like this.
How was I supposed to know? How was I supposed to know I was being paid as a slut?
I close my eyes to stop the tears from coming out of them. What am I supposed to do now?
I can't even leave now. If I do, mom will be in deep trouble.
I lay on the bed for hours. When I woke up, I realized I'd slept and it's already three o'clock.
I roll on the bed and quickly reason it in my heart.
I know exactly what to do. I've had the plan etched in my head for so long. I just don't know why they planned to use me as a harlot for Henry.
The most painful thing is that I can't even stop now. Even though the treatment I'm getting isn't good, I can't stop it.
I walk out, into the living room again. Betty lay on the chair with a worried expression on her face. I shouldn't keep her waiting to look.
I walk to her and tap her gently. She jerk up and look up at me, a worried line on her face.
I sit beside her, "I don't need to check. Just choose some for me and let me take it to my room."
She smiles and opens the box again, " I know this is hard on you but you have to work it through," she raises lingerie so I can see it clearly, " This?"
I nod slowly. I watch her put it beside her. They delve in for another. I sigh, frustrated at the action.
I delve into the bag myself and start selecting. I selected ten in total and look up at her, "Done, you can leave now."
She nods, closes the box, and walks out.
"God! I need some cupcakes!" I scream annoyingly.
A maid walks out to me almost immediately with some cupcakes in the tray she's holding. She places it beside me.
I've not eaten anything since morning and I don't even feel hungry.
I pick the cupcakes and start eating. Seriously, I must show Mercy who she's messing with. She always thinks she's the best creature that the Lord has created.
I am going to show her and Henry a great deal of mess.
I take the tray and went back to my room. This room has a way of going deep into my emotions.
It makes me feel good.
A knock sounds on my door, "Yes, come in."
The lady of earlier walks in with a tray. She places it on the table by my bedside. She opens it and I can see a bottle of juice and fried rice.
She picks a big spoon by it and takes a little amount of it to another plate. She takes a spoon and eats out of it.
I sigh, "You can go."
I don't understand why we have to go through the same thing every time.
If I ever see Hattie's ex-boyfriend, I will slap him for kissing me. Seriously, I will.
I eat my food and finish up all the juice.
Gosh, I feel so good.
I suddenly feel like going out again but I know James wouldn't allow me.
Gosh! I feel so frustrated.
I just have to sleep or soak myself in a warm bath.
Just like that, I'm anticipating my husband and the night of my wedding day.
Things didn't seem any fun anymore. The only thing I do was eat and sleep.
Mercy didn't come over again and James have been keeping his space. I barely saw him these days and since I had nothing to do with him, o didn't call him.
And just like that, it's the dawn of my wedding day.
I've been in the bathtub for hours, and the warm has gone cold.
I think it's what I need at the moment. I don't even want to start thinking of what I will go through.
The opening of the door jerks me out of my slumber. It seems like I've been sleeping for so long.
I open my eyes but I didn't move. I can hear some footsteps around my room. And then, it started slowly towards me.
The door opens and a maid looks at me, "Good morning mistress but it's time to prepare for your wedding day," a smile crept up on the corner of her face.
She looks happy when I'm not. Well, I should. It's my wedding day after all.
Urgh, I just want to die.
I force my tired legs out of the bathtub. The maid stretch out a trim fleece hooded dressing gown. I slip it on and tiredly made my way into my room.
I open my mouth slightly as I stare at the faces of the maids already waiting for me.
"Please, sit on the chair, so we can start with the makeup," the maid advised.
I sigh and walk to the chair. I see different makeup and hair equipment.
I sit on the chair and watch them start pedicuring on my legs.
One of them starts doing something I don't even know with my hair. Another resume beside me and starts filling my nails.
This is supposed to be the best time of my life but I can't stop fidgeting. I just hope my plan works out.
"OMG! You look so beautiful," one of the maids smiles at me.
I fake a smile too, " Thank you."
After so long, they step back, pleased at what they have done.
One of the maids moves forward with a mirror. I look at it and marvel at how beautiful I look.
I've never looked so pretty and I can't believe all this was done to impress Henry. I'm not even Hattie.
The door opens suddenly and Mercy walks in, on a call with whatever. She's in a long-fitting white gown.
She hangs up and looks at me, "Wow," her face registers shock and admiration," you look very beautiful Hattie."
I sigh and force my eyes to look up at her, " Thanks."
"Alright, where is her gown?" Mercy says, ignoring the remark I gave her.
A maid walks a few feet away pulls the white dress I tried on that day.
When did they bring it inside my room?
I stand and walk to my closest to wear my Lingerie. Mercy follows me with the gown.
I turn back and collect the dress from her, "I swimwear the clothes and come out."
She shrugs slightly, "No problem," she gave me a long stare before working out.
I take a deep breath and pull down the dressing gown I have on. I look at the lingerie I'm supposed to wear.
Gosh! I don't believe this.
I put it on nevertheless and slip the white gown on.
I walk out timidly, still resisting the urge to find something to cover my breast. I don't like the way that my cleavages are exposed.
"Wow! You look beautiful," Mercy says again, this time she looks serious.
The maids walk to me with my heel. While one dab some perfumes over my body.
White lace was placed over my head. The hard beating of my heart increases.
I wear my shoe and turn towards the big mirror.
I look at myself in the mirror and try to steady my hard breathing.
This is really happening to me.