hire a wedding planner so I had to do everything, and I mean everything. I even had to choose his suit!
I should have paid more attention to the signals he was sending out right from the start. The closer to the wedding we got, the cooler he seemed to become towards the whole idea, but I was so caught up in planning my dream wedding that I forgot that it was his wedding day too."
"Weddings are supposed to be about the bride," Evette insisted.
"Maybe, I don't want to talk about it right now," Nicole said.
"I'm starting to bore myself thinking and obsessing about where he and I went wrong and if some of it was my fault."
"Don't be ridiculous! Paul dumping you at the altar was in no way your fault."
"So what did you think of our first clients then sis?" Nicole abruptly changed the subject.
"Amanda is quite glamorous, isn't she?" Evette pondered.
"I suppose so, in a fake, flashy sort of way. I think she'd be a lot prettier if she toned down her hair and makeup. Her hair is bleached and processed to within an inch of its life and she looks like she's shovelled her makeup on with a trowel."
"I don't know how she has the time, money or patience to be bothered with her fake tan, fake nails and fake eyelashes. I'm sure she's had her lips done too and she's definitely had botox. Her forehead is wrinkle-free." "I was admiring her skin, actually. It's as smooth as a teenager's."
"Kian looks a lot younger than her, don't you think? She's obviously spent a lot of time on Photoshop from the photos she sent us." Nicole mused.
"Well, I did some snooping on Facebook and Twitter and it turns out that he's fifteen years younger than her!" Evette said.
"No way!" Nicole exclaimed.
"Yeah, she's forty eight and he's only thirty three! She's divorced with six children, none of whom are his and she's a grandmother for heavens' sake! What on earth does he see in her? He could be going out with a woman in her twenties or thirties without any of that baggage. I mean, they can't even have children together because she's getting too old at her age."
"Why do people judge women so harshly for being with a younger man but it's socially acceptable for an older man to be with a much younger woman? I find the double standard very hypocritical and completely unfair," Nicole argued.
"I say good for her and I'm sure he loves her children as if they're his own."
"I think it's all about having the right attitude," Evette declared.
"What are you rattling on about now?"
Nicole was getting quite exasperated at her sister's hypotheses and sweeping assumptions about other people's lives.
"Amanda, or Mandy, clearly has the right attitude. She sends out a vibe that she is very much in love with herself and that she could have any man she wanted. Men fall for it every time.
She's fairly attractive, but there's nothing out of the ordinary about her, yet she still managed to get a man who's more than a decade younger than her! I can't believe he's willing to take on that amount of baggage. He must be a saint."
"Maybe he simply loves her," Nicole interrupted her sister's diatribe.
"There's no way that he'd be putting up with her and her six children if he wasn't madly in love with her. Love is blind, so they say."
"Yeah, and marriage is an eye-opener," Evette retorted, without missing a beat.
"Oh God, sorry Nicole, that was insensitive of me."
"Don't worry about it, sis. Anyway, never mind all that. How the hell are we supposed to get a reference from our first client? Our first client was me!" Nicole suddenly turned on her sister.
"Sorry," Evette apologised again, not looking in the least bit sorry.
"I improvised, what can I say? I could hardly tell them the truth, could I?"
She shrugged her shoulders dismissively.
"Well, let's just hope and pray that we dazzled them enough with our presentation today that they'll forget about asking for a reference again. I dread the embarrassment of having to tell them the truth," Nicole sighed.
"Well,
I should have paid more attention to the signals he was sending out right from the start. The closer to the wedding we got, the cooler he seemed to become towards the whole idea, but I was so caught up in planning my dream wedding that I forgot that it was his wedding day too."
"Weddings are supposed to be about the bride," Evette insisted.
"Maybe, I don't want to talk about it right now," Nicole said.
"I'm starting to bore myself thinking and obsessing about where he and I went wrong and if some of it was my fault."
"Don't be ridiculous! Paul dumping you at the altar was in no way your fault."
"So what did you think of our first clients then sis?" Nicole abruptly changed the subject.
"Amanda is quite glamorous, isn't she?" Evette pondered.
"I suppose so, in a fake, flashy sort of way. I think she'd be a lot prettier if she toned down her hair and makeup. Her hair is bleached and processed to within an inch of its life and she looks like she's shovelled her makeup on with a trowel."
"I don't know how she has the time, money or patience to be bothered with her fake tan, fake nails and fake eyelashes. I'm sure she's had her lips done too and she's definitely had botox. Her forehead is wrinkle-free." "I was admiring her skin, actually. It's as smooth as a teenager's."
"Kian looks a lot younger than her, don't you think? She's obviously spent a lot of time on Photoshop from the photos she sent us." Nicole mused.
"Well, I did some snooping on Facebook and Twitter and it turns out that he's fifteen years younger than her!" Evette said.
"No way!" Nicole exclaimed.
"Yeah, she's forty eight and he's only thirty three! She's divorced with six children, none of whom are his and she's a grandmother for heavens' sake! What on earth does he see in her? He could be going out with a woman in her twenties or thirties without any of that baggage. I mean, they can't even have children together because she's getting too old at her age."
"Why do people judge women so harshly for being with a younger man but it's socially acceptable for an older man to be with a much younger woman? I find the double standard very hypocritical and completely unfair," Nicole argued.
"I say good for her and I'm sure he loves her children as if they're his own."
"I think it's all about having the right attitude," Evette declared.
"What are you rattling on about now?"
Nicole was getting quite exasperated at her sister's hypotheses and sweeping assumptions about other people's lives.
"Amanda, or Mandy, clearly has the right attitude. She sends out a vibe that she is very much in love with herself and that she could have any man she wanted. Men fall for it every time.
She's fairly attractive, but there's nothing out of the ordinary about her, yet she still managed to get a man who's more than a decade younger than her! I can't believe he's willing to take on that amount of baggage. He must be a saint."
"Maybe he simply loves her," Nicole interrupted her sister's diatribe.
"There's no way that he'd be putting up with her and her six children if he wasn't madly in love with her. Love is blind, so they say."
"Yeah, and marriage is an eye-opener," Evette retorted, without missing a beat.
"Oh God, sorry Nicole, that was insensitive of me."
"Don't worry about it, sis. Anyway, never mind all that. How the hell are we supposed to get a reference from our first client? Our first client was me!" Nicole suddenly turned on her sister.
"Sorry," Evette apologised again, not looking in the least bit sorry.
"I improvised, what can I say? I could hardly tell them the truth, could I?"
She shrugged her shoulders dismissively.
"Well, let's just hope and pray that we dazzled them enough with our presentation today that they'll forget about asking for a reference again. I dread the embarrassment of having to tell them the truth," Nicole sighed.
"Well,
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