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A black taxi parked at the front of a building and Dami got down in a white Jordan and pink crop top, she wore a bucket hat. She looked up at the building. She sighed getting out.
The place was crowded with people walking to and fro. Dami managed a smile seeing a woman in a black suit and red cap walk up to her.
"What would like ma'am," her soft and yet annoying voice asked.
Dami sighed rolling her eyes, for a moment she didn't think she would be here.
"Can I see your finest gown?" Dami asked, she rubbed her hands together staring around.
"What brand would you like? we have Chanel, Gucci, Tommy,
"Any," She says, staring at the line of dresses, her gaze fell on a purple gown, "Let me see this" she grabs it along with someone, staring at the hand it looked like a female.
"Dami?" She heard June's voice, Dami raised her gaze to her, she then checked her watch, wasn't she supposed to be at the bakery by this time?
"June" they both dragged the cloth. "What are doing?" she gawks at her.
"Let go" June gawked back
"Ain't you supposed to be at the bakery?" she says, not letting go of the dress.
"I closed up early today," June says, looking at her.
"Please, the dress," The attendee says
"I am buying it!" they both yelled at her.
"June, I am-"
"My best friend right now" she rolled her eyes.
"Excuse me, this dress is more than one" The attendee finally says, Dami glanced at her, she looked at the dress and back at June, "We have more than enough," she continued.
"Just one please," Dami says, moving away and letting go of the dress, what was she even thinking dragging a dress her date with Jason must have hit her hard, she was too excited. "Know what"
"I don't want it again," They both say, the attendee's smile fell, Dami looked at June and sighs.
"I would pay for it, I want something white" she shook her head walking into the VIP section.
"Hey, babe!" She paused as she was about to step in, and turned back, a young man stood in front of June, he held other goods in his hand. He had brown hair and looked really good, Dami smiled fully turned.
"Babe?" she repeated, smiling.
"Dami, just go, I would explain this later," June sighed, taking his hands "Follow me," she told him. Dami giggled walking into the VIP section.
Damilola's door slammed as she got in, carrying three bags, she planned to buy just one dress but ended up taking more than three dresses.
"Peach I went through hell today," she threw the bags on the couch, breathing hard.
She checked the time and it was past six, she furrowed her brows, Jason hadn't called her or checked on her, was he still in a meeting?
Immediately her phone rang, She grabbed it, staring at the caller.
"What do you want?" She says
"Are you still coming?" June asked over the phone.
"For what?" Dami asked, forgetting their family dinner.
"Did you forget?" June asked in a low voice, knowing she was capable of it.
"What-" she paused remembering she had told June she would be attending her family dinner, Dami found herself swearing at her thoughts.
"You forgot" June dragged her words, she sounded disappointed "Hold on if you forgot why were you shopping for a new dress?" Her voice brightened with eagerness and curiosity.
"I am on my way" Dami growled, hanging up.
Hours later, Dami arrived at June's place, it's been ages since she had been there, June's family was the family she never had. When things got difficult for her they took her in and gave her a reason to live.
"Dami!" Emma— June's younger sister ran to her, giving her a hug.
"Emma" She picked her up, giving her kisses. "Look at you, you're a big girl"
Emma smiles, "It's just you that say that, mommy thinks I am still small," Emma says, she had an African accent, Nigeria to be precise, she had lived with her grandmother and grew up in the western part of Nigeria.
"If I still have to wash your clothes for you, then you are a child to me" Emma's mother— Mrs Adeola says. Dami drops Emma paying her respect in an African style, portraying.
"Good evening ma," She greeted, Mrs Adeola gives her a hug instead.
"How are you doing?" She asked— Mrs Adeola was the doctor who treated her for years, before taking her to Singapore.
"I am fine, mother" she assures, although she wasn't she didn't want her to worry too much.
"Of course, you look bright," she says, Dami smiled, and her eyes met Mr Adeola.
"Your welcome, come on in!" he says, adding a few bits of Yoruba.
Dami took her phone out of her bag, checking for a message at least, but he didn't leave any. Her mood changed as she walked into the house.
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