CHAPTER 10“Is anyone sitting here?”
Lara turned her head to come face-to-face with a stranger. A young man. Late twenties or early thirties. Clean-shaven. Pleasant face. Curious eyes.
Not bad-looking, she thought, and then responded with a curt, “No.”
“Okay, thank you,” the stranger replied and lowered himself into the white plastic chair beside Lara.
The table, which had four more empty seats, was all but deserted, thanks to Lara’s parents who had temporarily abandoned it. Knowing her parents, their seats would remain unoccupied for a good while because they would find a million and one people they happened to know at the party and sit down to chat with them, essentially colonizing their table. They had left her sitting there to go and greet Mrs. Olanrewaju, the celebrant, who was wea
