The Date

"Don't you have a date to prepare for?" she asked me with her arms folded.

Oh my gosh, she was right.

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"How was your making-out session?" I changed the subject and teased her.

"Why didn't you tell me, he was here?" she pouted, and I chuckled.

"He begged me to come to see you." She smiled and I took it as it was good.

"I forgave him but told him sorry is not enough for what he did and then he kissed me, but I slapped him and told him not to play with my feelings" I laughed. It sure sounded like what she'd do.

I stood up and was about to head to my room.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a date to prepare for" she rolled her eyes and followed me into the room.

I took another shower while Funke brought out my dress. I decided to go cultural, picking out a knee-length, flower-patterned Ankara gown, that was tight from my chest to my waist and then flared. I put my hair down since it's straightened and applied a little brown powder on my face and put on my r