By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Jessica too was beautiful. She was 170 centimetre tall, with long eyelashes and well delicate face. Her dimples were adorable, and her pink evening dress adorned with white diamonds looked stunning on her. She looked like an eighteen year old girl who was going for her first debut. She was indeed blessed with all the features of a beautiful woman.
For some reason, Chioma was sad at the beautiful figure of Jessica standing next to Michael. They might not look intimate in the photo but the picture was perfect and they seem good together. Perhaps like a real couple. They were picture-perfect.
Then
like a child that might lose in the fight, she clenched her fists and could
even hear her heart pounding. What was wrong with her? She doesn’t even know
Michael and might not even stand the chance. Perhaps, she would have to be
brave enough to confess her love for him. But if she did, wouldn’t that mean
embarrassing herself. If it comes to the point that she wouldn’t have the
chance to meet Michael and confess her feelings towards him or perhaps, if she
didn’t have the courage even if she had the chance, then she would have to keep
the man in her heart secretly and love him silently without asking him to
return the feelings, even though she felt that she would have the chance of
meeting him again. I’m I not running
crazy with my stupid thoughts? My life isn’t a movie so I shouldn’t feel that I
will have a chance with this god-like man. I’m not even qualified to clean his
shoes let alone being his woman. Was he a playboy? Perhaps he kept changing bed
partners like most rich guys do? Even so, he was so handsome that women will
keep chasing after him like idiots. Perhaps he could be gay or impotent.
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