Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: 391- I Need To Eat

(6 weeks later)

"Oh, Marissa. I can’t believe I’m getting married," Sophie was trying the wedding dresses in the boutique and Marissa could see how chirpier she had gotten.

The dress designer Lorrain Duval was showing her different gowns. She was bustling around them, holding up dresses, giving advice, and adjusting Sophie’s hems with precision.

"Even I can’t believe that the Ms. Independent doctor Sophia ... the famous gynecologist... who thought that she was too strong for the men out there is getting married."

Marissa teased her friend, shaking her hips, and picked up the dress lying on the dresser.

"This one is absolutely stunning, Sophie," Loraine said, stepping back to admire her work, "Let me grab a few more options that might suit your style," she disappeared into the racks, leaving Sophie and Marissa alone for a moment.

Sophie was standing there only in her bra and panties; her hands were placed on her hips.

"I think I am one of those asshole customers who keep giving a hard time to everyone around them," she clicked her tongue and went to examine a mannequin, "yesterday this event planner was telling me that I’m very difficult to be pleased."

"Fu*ck those event planners," Marissa muttered under her breath. She went to Sophie and pushed back a stray hair off her forehead and secured it with a pin, "You are not an ordinary woman and deserve everything best in life. If they can’t keep up with your demands, then they are not competitive enough," Marissa finished with a shrug.

Her friend was very picky about her things, but she stayed with Marissa during her hardest time. Marisa was in no mood for this self-pity talk from her amazing friend.

She deserved everything best in her life.

"You’re glowing and Joseph is very lucky to have you, Soph. You are an amazing aunt and an amazing friend. Plus, don’t forget you are my husband’s video game partner too," Marissa pointed out with a soft smile.

"It feels surreal, you know?" Sophie eyed a dress and ran her hands over the delicate embroidery, "I keep thinking and these random thoughts keep popping into my head."

"Oh, Sophie," Marissa tapped her index finger on her head and then held her by her shoulders, "These random thoughts are normal, sweetheart. You’re just getting cold feet. You know Joseph is crazy about you. Now get over with it so that we can go out and enjoy lunch."

"Urgh. Lunch!" Sophie groaned and Marissa had to watch her carefully. Sophie was a foodie, and it seemed like she was losing her appetite due to the stress.

"You deserve this, Soph," Marissa said with a chuckle, "Every bit of it. And trust me, you’re going to take everyone’s breath away when you walk down that aisle."

Sophie smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "You’re going to make me cry, Marissa. And then Lorraine will scold me for being a cry-bride. She might slap my se*xy booty..."

They both laughed at this. Lorraine returned with a shimmering satin gown, holding it up, "Have a look at this showstopper. It’s bold, elegant, and just the right amount of drama."

Sophie’s eyes widened as she looked at the gown, "Oh, wow. That’s something."

"Try it, Soph," Marissa urged her, "I think this is the one you were looking for."

An agitated Sophie stepped into the dressing room, and Marissa waited outside, fiddling with her phone.

Marissa eyed her friend who was happily chatting while eating the second serving of ice cream. They decided to have lunch at Densi’s and Sophie who didn’t want to eat anything while trying the gowns, was now gulping down food like a Buffalo. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}