What if Cinderella didn't want prince charming?
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When Emily Odita was forced to visit her father and his new family in Lagos, she thought things couldn't get any worse until sh...
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CHIDINMA’S POV
I did my business quickly and after washing my hands, I decided to touch up my makeup. According to Chima, Mr. Black doesn’t like to mix business and pleasure so bringing up Chima and I’s relationship is a way of saying business negotiations were over with for the day. My dad would be so proud of how much I’d accomplished.
I searched my purse for my lipstick and couldn’t find it. I groaned and angrily zipped my purse.
“I think I have the same shade of lipstick you’re wearing.” A black lady said, stepping forward. I wasn’t paying much attention but I think she just used one of the stalls.
She washed her hands first then took out her lipstick which was the same shade as the one I was wearing and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I smiled gratefully and applied the lipstick. “You’re a life saver.”
“Oh please, women supporting women right?” She dropped the lipstick back into her purse and zipped it. “That’s your boyfriend right? And his dad? I apologize for being nosey, it’s just that I couldn’t help but stare at you guys from across the room.”
I chuckled though I found her nosey but I was too nice to call her out on it, besides she looked and sounded like a nice lady. “Oh it’s okay. And yeah he’s my boyfriend but that’s not his dad, a business partner.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” She shyly laughed. “Are you Nigerian?”
“Is it that obvious in my accent?” My eyes widened.
“No, not really but I guess it takes a Nigerian to know one.” She smiled so widely and I admired her smile. She was beautiful. Her hair was in an afro beautifully framing her face.
“You’re Nigerian?” The excitement could not be hidden in my voice.
“Born and bred but came here after college. What about you?”
“I’ve been in and out but moved there recently for work.”
Her phone rang before she could say anything else. She looked at the screen then silenced the phone. “I have to go now but it was nice meeting you…”
“Emily,” I filled in.
“Emily, I’m Uyi. Maybe we would cross paths again?”
“Maybe,” I forced a smile after hearing her name. The chances that she was Chima’s ex, Uyi, were slim but the fact that they had the same name sent shivers down my spine.
With a smile on her face, she walked away, closing the bathroom door behind her.
“Damn,” I whispered when the door closed.
The door opened again and this time I looked at it. My breath got stuck in my throat, my ability to talk going away with it.
“Hey babe,” He smiled so warmly that it could deceive anyone who didn’t know the real him. “I just want to talk, please.”
