16th March, 2018
Dear Danielle,
Please remind me to never agree to do anything without thinking again. Adult parties suck big time. I met Camille's step mom, aka Kelechi's mom, aka Cassiopeia today. I should have figured out that Camille's dad married Kelechi's mom when Camille mentioned that name. It isn't a name you hear everyday.
When I'd gotten the wonderful revelation of my mistake earlier this evening, I had to sit and consider the options I had. Either I faced Camille's wrath and ceased being her friend by not coming or faced her wrath when she realized I've been lying to her concerning Kelechi. Well, I didn't actually lie, if you ask me. She never asked if I knew him after all. In the end my love for parties, dressing up and my life won.
I decided to give a good impression with my clothing considering I was meeting adults. Putting on little makeup, I put my phone in my purse and left the room. I walked to my aunt's room to inform her that I was leaving. Although I've snuck out of the house most times, I felt the need to do so today. After a lot of scrutinizing by her and a lot of convincing on my part, I left the house. I took a cab to my friend's house which was a little bit far.
My plan for the night was to avoid meeting the parents especially Kelechi's mom. I wasn't in the mood for drama. Camille looked exceptionally pretty. Like she wasn't pretty enough already. The celebrant looked, simply put, stunning and, dare I say, otherworldly. Camille had somehow convinced me to get a tour of the huge house. I paid no attention to the noisy guests and was really grateful for the ladies who kept Cassiopeia busy.
After begging Camille to let me answer the food which was calling my name, she dropped her suggestion about me meeting her stepmom. I was still thinking about the food I would start with- the small chops, samosas, sauced chicken or jollof rice, when Kelechi appears in all his confident glory. I was stunned to silence for a moment subtly appreciating his look. My friend has always been fine and time made him finer.
He, on the other hand, was openly gaping at me. Camille noticing this draws him out of his trance while hiding her amusement. When he proceeded to stutter his welcome, we couldn't hold in our light laughs. He walked out slightly embarrassed. I'm a pretty girl after all.
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