“Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going.”
- David Rossi
Arsala's POV
"Anyone here!" Standing in the middle of Maryam's room, my eyes roam the room and it looks like no one is in here.
"Where is she?" I ask myself.
Maryam sent me a text asking me to come meet her up in her room. Maryam lives in kano, her elder sister got married there some few days back but the dinner party was meant be here in Yola.
The grooms family lives here in Yola. A bunch of her family member are here for the dinner party and renting out some rooms in the same venue the dinner party is to take place.
The hotel has a huge ballroom which makes it easier to have the dinner party here. I hate social gathering but Maryam kept insisting I co
