~Joanna
Lanre was adjusting his cufflinks in the mirror when I walked into our room. He turned his head, his eyes taking me in.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice a little more accusatory than usual.
"Oh, I was just showing Sandra to her room," I said, attempting to sound casual. "Why do you ask?"
Lanre turned, his eyes locking onto mine. "I've been looking for you," he said. The words were so unexpected that they took my breath away. "I wanted to make sure you were fine."
"Everything's fine," I said, but my voice caught in my throat. "I'm just getting ready for the party. Are you excited?"
Lanre turned back to the mirror, giving himself a final once-over. "As long as you're there, it should be fine," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
I blushed, caught off guard by his
