CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lamisi’s parents had taught her to say what she meant because the truth would serve her. She’d learned over the years to soften her words with kindness.
The latter left her current sphere of existence only to be replaced by pure exasperation.
“Are you right in the head? Why would you ask me for such a huge favour when I just told you how busy I am? Why don’t you ask Deola to go with you instead?”
She clamped her lips closed at what her temper had let escape. What had gotten into her? A jealousy she shouldn’t be experiencing over a man she hardly knew.
It didn’t matter. Rather than deal with the issue she’d created, she picked up her things to take her mortified self home. She’d accomplished her mission. It wasn’t her fault he couldn’t speak French in a manner anyone w
