Chapter 32

Aisha

I was in front of my mirror checking on my dress once again. The dress was a bright red, off shoulder-knee length straight gown, which had a way of hugging all my curves at the right places. The dress was all good but I have no idea what I was worried about or nervous about. I was invited for the Christmas party at the company.

"You're fine no need to worry." Kimberly said sitting on my bed with her legs crossed under her.

"You know how much of a worrywart and perfectionist I am." I said still looking at the mirror.

"Oh c'mon. There is nothing else to add there. you're stunning already. You're perfect."

"But still...."

"Urg... Forget it. I know the only person you would believe is Michael." She sassed.

I turned around to look at her with an incredulous expression.

"Really? Michael? Why had you think I would believe him if the compliment was from him?"I asked with my hands at my hips.