Chapter Fifty-Three
When I stepped out to the garden with few of my friends and family, there was a traditional Yoruba beat that started. I found myself dancing a long with my friends. Where had the vibe come from? I don't know? The last time I danced at a wedding was about a month ago when I attended a friend's wedding in Abuja. Nigerian weddings had always been extravagant with music, lots to eat and so much fun. My heart raced faster. I felt my chest contract with my eyes on him. Those honey wheat eyes of his that laid on me looked more beautiful especially the fact that they were smiling. He wore a matching aso oke with me. The way my heart beat felt as if my heart would leap out of my chest. My heart jumped with joy. I was seeing him again and he just looked more handsome. He was clean shaved and his lip
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