Dressed To Kill 1/4

By Drum Digital
27 January 2014

Happiness is not living up to her name today.

Happines slipped into the changing room. She tore off her working clothes, a navy skirt and white blouse, then put on the white silk camisole with the short, tight red skirt she had brought in with her.

She admired herself in the mirror. She had to admit that the clothes suited her. She twirled around, knowing she had only a few minutes to enjoy the lovely outfit on her body.

“Are you in there, Happiness?” Her friend and colleague Juliet put her head around the cubicle door. “Just wanted to let you know that Veronica is on the warpath.”

Veronica was their supervisor in the ladies clothing section of the Honeydew Boutique.

“She wants to see us all in her office in five. She’s frothing at the mouth over something. And, as you know, with Veronica that could mean anything. She’s been in a bad mood since Christmas.”

“Oh, no!” Happiness’ heart skipped a beat. She began to pull the skirt off. She tugged it so hard that the seam burst.

She groaned. “Now I’ll have to buy the skirt. But I’ll never even get the chance to wear it.”

Juliet looked at her properly for the first time. “I’ve never seen you dress up like that. You look amazing. The colour red really suits you.”

“Thanks,” Happiness said absent-mindedly and then burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” Juliet asked as she walked into the cubicle. She closed the door behind her. “I noticed you were a bit down in the dumps earlier, but I didn’t really want to pry.”

Happiness dabbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt foolish now. She couldn’t find the words to explain what was worrying her.

“Have you got boyfriend trouble?” Juliet asked her. Slowly Happiness nodded her head, then looked at her friend. “It’s Vuyo.” She hated gossiping about Vuyobut she knew she needed a friend to talk to so that she could unburden herself of all her worries and frustrations.

She had met Vuyo nearly a year ago and at the time Happiness had truly thought that he was the one – the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She adored the way he took care of her.

-by Agnes Kimberley

To be continued...

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