Chapter Twenty One

Nawal's POV

Gazing at myself on the mirror, I ran my hand through my hair that looks like nest, my mind flash back to what The prince said yesterday about my hair.

A smile crimped on my face as  I remember our little chat. Everything happened so sudden I jut can't digest it well. The fact that am the Prince's to be wife or the fact that he has crush on me.

My face became red just thinking of how he confess to me and ask me to consider being his wife. Is that even possible? I asked myself. I mean he is THE Prince, the number one bachelor all over Nigeria. He'll have everything he want at the snap of his finger. But how can he wants me. The boring, ordinary, crazy me.

Putting the relationship that our parents create for us aside he said he wants me even before he finds out am the one.

I put both my hands to cover my face, feeling shy to even gaze at mys