i could tell she’s been crying, I could always tell all those nights when she cried after telling me stories about her past while we were still together…. She was now in a pair of shredded blue, jeans, white Tank-top and a facecap, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and even though she looked breathtakingly beautiful. I immediately looked towards where she was pointing, Franca and Scarlett were on the electric stairs which was already moving and bringing them down… “Well, you’d better go meet them then, cos I can see they are already packed, and seem they want to check out…” “Bravo! Do you mind telling me which floor they are? You see, there was a mistake concerning a decision my fiancé made some minutes ago and…” ![]() “Yes I recalled you were meeting with Mrs Scarlett Anderson, the Kenyan top designer some minutes ago, and your fiancé was quite loud enough about her wedding gown” She added, blushing but I was even more pleased. She looked skeptical but she quickly nodded, smiles can be so magical, the back of my head was already hurting pretty bad. “Well, did you see me earlier talking with some ladies at the lounger,I’m sure you did.” “Hi sir.” She replied, deepening her dimples. “Hello again…” I said, giving her my most dashing smile. She was a very pretty girl, blonde hair, dark skin, dimples and a white and black suit. Now the question is, where do I begin? I definitely would not be banging on people’s door up and down… I decided to go to the receptionist. This night, I am not sleeping until I find her and talk to her! I do not care what I would have to do or how much people I would have to bribe. “I will be back love.” I shouted to her before locking the door behind me. “Didn’t I?…Oh, baby, I forgot, I need to call my father, he must be havng an heart attack already.” I said, standing up to pick my phone and going out at the same time. “You still didn’t answer my question Lawrence.” She said, half-smiling. What history can be there? Remember I never stepped into Kenya before right?” Then I pinched her on her butt to make her stand up while I fetched myself a bottle of drink. I laughed as if she just cracked a terrible joke. As if you both had some history together and you didn’t want to share?” “Cos, maybe I sensed something between you too. “About you and our designer.” She said with a smile, while walking to sit on my laps, wrapping her arms around my neck. “About what?” I asked with a languid interest, I had so much in my mind and she wasn’t even part of it. I picked the journal up and handed it to her…įranca exchanged glances with me and I gave her. “Oh.what is that, let me see….” She shouted and looking at what she was pointing at, I realized my clumsiness had made me drop the journal I had been holding and the sketch… my own personal sketch was out in the open. While Dafina shifted for him to take a seat… I tried as much as possible not to look at him…it was best to pretend that I don’t know him or remember him but it was difficult…. I looked away…ĭamn it! Scarlet! Get it together! I screamed to myself in my head. “Oh! Now that’s more like my man!” Dafina said as he spotted him and she stood up proudly to kiss him on the lips…. Franca pinched me slightly and I quickly gulped down the drink in my hand. ![]() ![]() His hair, probably because of the wetness glinted under the face cap… his short sharp lips were so attractive and…. He looked like a seasoned warrior with those cheekbones that have even grown so prominent and his nose, slightly obscured by his fuzzy thin black beard against his light skin. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was in an armless red polo shirt and a pair of brown shorts. Well, as I took the drink from the waiter and was going back to my seat, I spotted him… and my heart began to race. “This is beautiful Dafina, do you mind looking at it again…?” Franca persuaded her, taking her through more of her magazines but I stood up, I needed a drink else I might lose my mind if Lawrence didn’t come out on time. I was beginning to lose my patience, both for waiting for Lawrence to come out and meet us from wherever he had gone to get cleaned up, and for this lady to make up her mind. “I don’t like all these sketches, let me see something else,” Dafina said for the third time. “I don’t know Franca… I honestly don’t know.” “Wow! So why didn’t you shout or embrace each other?” Franca asked and for that, I couldn’t give any reply.
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