Ifeanyi watched as Amina read the dialogue in the script out loud, portraying the emotions in it perfectly. He watched with anger as the men around ogled her. Weren’t they supposed to be working. And why was she wearing a dress, couldn’t she have worn something else.
She was dressed in a loose white dress that ended a few inches above her knees, her hair was packed away from her face in a short ponytail– her real hair not a wig. She seemed to have taken his advice the last time they spoke and dispensed with her artificial accessories. It made her even more alluring than when she was dressed in tight clothing.
He was still mad at her for the way she had spoken to him at the hospital that day and now he was madder for the way she was dressed. They were at the studio, rehearsals for the m
