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I wore my one arm knee length Ankara gown, a flat shoe to match, tied up my brown extension hair into a bun, wore my glasses, my earrings, necklace, bangle and then a touch of lipstick on my lip.
Nothing too much cause we were only going to Mrs. Okonkwo's to buy some beads just like the King had said.
I touched my necklace, looking at my reflection on the mirror whilst admiring how beautiful I look.
These are one of the days I just can't help but admire my own self. Self love is indeed the best love.
I smiled broadly then a tap came to my door, starting me a bit. "who's that?"
"are you giving birth inside?" Tolu's voice told me.
"on my way."
I imagined her rolling her eyes now when she said. "that's what you said like five minutes ago.
Picture of Deardre and Jordan at the top.******Deardre's POV:Today was supposed to be my happy day since it was the night before my wedding but I couldn't since Cookie had been missing for three days.The king had ordered the guards to look for her even the young able youths of the village organised a search party but they all came back with the same answers. She was yet to be found.Everyone was sad. We all had a hint about who must've have plot everything but we had no evidence. All I do was cry.When I think that something bad must've happened to her, I can't help but cry. She was suppose to be here tonight. She promised to do my makeup, she's suppose to dress me up for the day, she's suppose to celebrate the day with me.I want to see her beautiful smile congratulate me tomorrow and wish me well. She was the reason why I came
Fabby's POV:"Fabby..? We need to talk."It was Dominique, my childhood best friend."am not ready-""I heard everything." she cuts me short.I spun around to face her. "what?""I did." she repeated. "Cookie didn't do it. Amanda did."I couldn't piece up what she had just told me. How can Amanda put a dead rat in her own plate and accuse Cookie for it?Who does that? Or should I say, why will she do that?"I don't get you.""believe it or not Fabby.. This morning when I was getting ready for the wedding.. I saw Amanda standing close to the kitchen, whispering something and handing a black bag to her maid, Amaka. I became suspicious so when Amanda left and the maid entered the kitchen, I tiptoed quietly so she doesn't see me.I peeped through the door to see what she was doing.. It was
"prepare yourself for this chapter."****I woke up with a slight headache the next day. I sat up on my portable bed while massaging my temple and squinted my eyes cause of the lights coming from the lights.Nepa keeps the light steady these days.. Maybe a popular politician is in town unless the lights would have been disco instead. On and off.I sighed and then looked around my room, suddenly remembering that the last place I was was in my living room. Funny thing I can't remember exactly what happened. Maybe it was because of the headache I was having that was giving me a hard time to think.How did I get to my room?I collected my phone from my nightstand, turned it on to see that Deardre had sent me a text which reads;I know that you are angry and you have every reasons
Cookie's P. O. V.The past few days have been wonderful. My parents are so glad to have me back and I can't be more happy.Deardre and Jordan are happy too. They'd inform me some days ago that their white wedding would take place in England.Fabby decided we buy some things at the mall before we all travell to England for the wedding so that's how we found our self's picking some stuffs I needed at the mall in Lagos. "I'll be back..I think I need to pee." I told Fabby. He only gave a nod and I rushed to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I did my thing and as I was rushing out, I bumped into someone.
"This book is 'on going' and in the first stage of *EDITING*""This book contains, strong language, abuse, cussing, violence and nasty things (maybe) read at your own risk".- Author.This book is written to inspire those who are having a hard time giving themselves the worth and love they deserve.📝Dear Bully,That girl you called fat; she's starving herself to death.That girl you called dumb; she's suffering from dyslexia.That boy you called bald; he has cancer.That child you called ugly; she's now having a hard time, worse! she can't control harming her self with razor.That man you laughed at because he was sitting on a wheelchair; he risked his life to save a four-year-old child
England (Deardre)"The test results came out positive.""What? Does this mean I'm pregnant?""Yes, you're two weeks pregnant miss Smith," The doctor extended his right hand towards her for an handshake as he added,"Congratulation."Deardre had tears in her eyes not because she got pregnant out of
Delta, Nigeria (Cookie)"All what your child knows how to do is fail everytime. She is a failure!" Mr. Oyin yelled, tossing the sheet of paper containing the JAMB examination score of his daughter at his wife.Mrs. Oyin caught the paper on time before it could fly down, "You'll just have to calm down. This shouting won't solve anything." She spoke calmly even if it broke her heart that Mr. Oyin called their daughter her child instead of theirs."How do I calm down Rachel? Tell me! I have bought this form for your daughter thrice. Three good times for something others write just once and pass yet your daughter couldn't achieve a good result. And you tell me to calm down after I have spent so much money on her?"
Fabian typed away on his phone while he awaited the return of his girlfriend from the restuarant's restroom. He was chatting with his friend, Deardre who lived far away in England. They had met few years back in an hotel when he had gone over there for a vacation. She was a nice, pretty lady with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that caught his attention when they first met. He pretended to ask for the direction to any African restaurant she knew that was around the corner and she obliged politely by giving him directions. Since that day they became friends and he took that as an opportunity to spark up more conversations with her by complimenting her lovely eyes and accent, and ever since then they became close buddies. Even when Fabian travelled back to Nigeria (Delta State to be precise), they kept in touch