Jimmy's crush

EPILOGUE

Little? No, it's not little... it's too much. I feel I don't deserve it. I think it was a joke. Furthermore, I felt like I was dreaming. If that's the case, could someone please wake me up from this---

“Jim, Jim”

 
“Sh*t that dream again!” I cursed to myself when I realized I was dreaming of Reagan again.

Ever since we lived here in America, I have always dreamed of getting married to Reagan.

 
I woke up when I heard Sam's voice. It was her, waking me up. I roved my eyes around, and I realized I was in my room. My room is a bit messy. I stretched my arms while yawning. I take a few moments to examine myself in the mirror.

“Did you curse me this early morning, Jimmy? Don't try me, I didn't wake up well this morning!”

 
“No, I'm sorry. I was just having a freaking dream. Why are you here this early?” I said, while yawning and decided to transfer to my bed and let my back rest on it. 

 
I fell asleep making a wedding gown for the Hollywood actress who's going to get married here in America. Until now, I have never known or even seen her groom. Because the bride told me that I would only meet him once I finished making the gown. This actress became my friend too, but we weren't that close. Just an acquaintance. I need to finish this gown in a month. And thereafter, fashion week will be the next things I need to focus on. 

 
“Look at your face, Jim! Your hair is so gross, so oily! Don't tell me you forgot to take a bath?” Sam scoffed at me. 

 
“Yeah, just finished sketching the gown, so when she needs a sketch I have something to show.” I said to Sam, while yawning.

“Jim, why don't you eat first? You need to take care of yourself first. Look at yourself. You look like the stressed wife of a billionaire. How could you face Reagan with that face? It's like you just proven him that you weren't meant for each other!” frustrated, Sam said to me, then jumped to sit on the side of my bed.

 “Reagan, hearing his name this morning was ruining my entire day! That man is going to marry someone's heart! You need to step up, girl!” Sam said, frustratedly.

What did she say? Marry? Who? Reagan?

My closed eyes widened as soon as I heard the word wedding and Reagan's name.

“Yes! Reagan is getting married. And you're invited; they will just send us the invitation card next week.” Sam frowned, then sighed loudly.

“No way!”

“Yes, way! Are you deaf, sis? Your first love is getting married! Take it? Oh, maybe you want me to translate it, so you can understand it better.”

 
Wow! Just wow! I can't believe it. I have been dreaming about it for years and here it is. It is already coming true. Reagan is getting married, and I'm invited. Why?

 
“Oh, really? O-Okay. Who's the lucky girl?” I asked out of nowhere. 

I got up from my bed, and went to my vanity table. I saw my face, and it's true. Furthermore, I can't explain how I look right now. It looks like rotting garbage.
 
I started to comb my hair and went to my restroom. I wash my face, and start applying my skin care routine.