Betty.
Soft jazz music played in the background, the kind you’d hear in a private lounge filled with rich people sipping expensive drinks like tequila and s*x on the beach and pretending to enjoy the music while they sealed business deals.
But that wasn’t the case for me.
Tonight, I was at the Annual final-year awards night. The celebration was for the students, I mean they were the ones who were supposed to be excited, not me.
I was just a professor in my mid-thirties making sure no one drank too much or started a fight.
I poured a mocktail in my glass letting the golden liquids glide down my throat, it was cold, the only thing that could quench my thirst.
I stared at the mirror. I looked beautiful in the silver gown I wore,my chestnut hair was straightened, for the very first ti
