Fifty-eight

SIBANE'S POV
"What do you think?" Sharma asked as we scrolled on her laptop looking at wedding dresses on Pinterest and I shook my head.

"I don't like the front and it will make me look like a cupcake." I frowned and I heard Melusi groan from the opposite side of the island.

"At this point you should just draw the dress you want." He rolled his eyes and my eyes sparkled as I looked over at Sharma, he was onto something especially since my undecided self had rejected 50 dresses and I didn't even want to go dress fitting because none of the dresses inspired me.

"Yati mawukhanukile ukhuluma intfo lephilako. " I teased him and I received a glare and he opened his mouth to say something but Bafana and Nkosana walked in speaking in hushed tones and he swallowed his rebuttal.