Eloïse cleared her throat, "well, given that models have specific criteria required based on distinct modeling agencies, those eligible for this agency, that of course, you attribute to, are confidence, coolness," she unconsciously fidgetted with her pen. "Adequate height, uh, flawless facial ensemble, perfect skin, and—" "Hmph! I'll love it if you were more personalized and a lot more elaborate, if you do not mind, that is." She swallowed, not understanding why she was so uncomfortable with the request. "You..." She saw him nod once. A confirmation of what he wanted to hear. "Have quite some rare attributes, for instance, your symmetric face. It's delicate, smooth, clear, and perfectly trimmed in the right areas. Defined. It has this...naturally coaxing wonderful eyes that completely stands out and gives this sense of seriousness and hotness at the same time. To it is this surgery-free ideal nose; thin, straight, and pointy." She scanned, "your lips...your lips are intricately stru
There was a thunderous knock at the door as almost always and the little boy feared, more than ever, his mother's fate than his. In the darkest corner of his small room, was the terrified lad, his knees buried in his chest as he sobbed bitterly. Obedient to his mother's order to not leave his niche no matter what, all he could do was listen, cry, quiver, and listen. All he ever wanted was his mother's happiness and if it meant wishing his father to dot out of the earth, Santa Claus should be expecting his first ever wish list. For the first time, he wished for the white-bearded old man to exist. The fight had gone on for too long this time around that he fought to keep his sanity with his hands plugged to his ears yet, it helped no less; he still heard them as clear as day. 'If you're not going to leave I'm calling the police on you,' His poor mother's quaky voice crept into his room. 'I won't do that if I were you. Just give me my son and you'll be out of trouble's way.' Heavy,
Her father's meeting with the Indo-Chinese consortium lasted two consecutive days. In other words, two days stuck in their various hotel rooms self-entertaining. Thank goodness for Marila and Bennie's company, and of course, her date to-be's—Craig. When her mother validated her relationship with Craig, she was as happy as concerned and guilty. Not that she questioned her mother's easy endorsement, but the lack of confidentiality she'd proven towards the lady recently, due to her undying and rigid devotedness to her husband, ached. 'Eloïse, tell me, are you having feelings for Craig?' Her mother had asked with a barely detectable tinge of worry. 'Why? Are you against it?' Zaphrina's eyes glistened with sincere joy. 'What mother will be against such good news? If anything, I'm very happy for you.' 'Be happy while it lasts.' Zaphrina frowned. 'Because once you tell dad about this, we don't know what turn it'll take.' With ample understanding, Zaphrina sighed. 'I understand. Pe
For the surprise worth its name, the family arrived in Buea—the city of legendary hospitality—from Limbe—the city of friendship—very late. When they knew Ace will be deeply buried in the environs of his hotel room doing what he knew best. Thanks to another one of his historic tantrums, their parent's susceptibility headed as far as granting his stay in a hotel for three consecutive years. St. Claire was their stop at roughly 10:30 pm. Tired yet not sleepy due to the excitement of seeing her brother again after months, Eloïse manipulated a little with her phone. True to her perception, Rilla had grown into a radiant mother of one consequently crowning her a grandma: as captioned on the videos she had posted on social media. Gombu was the male born's name as reported by the game guard. And was only two years old. Rilla's mother was reported to have died a couple of weeks back. A piece of agonizing news it was. Eloïse had tried Craig's line twice to no avail. Minutes later, he messa
Before departure time, Eloïse had avoided and ignored Ace all day, Craig had not responded to any of her messages, and she'd learned the news from her father about Ace not having plans of returning home anywise. All that devastated her. On their way to the airport, she refused to board Ace's car with the little ego she had. If he didn't feel the need to apologize for his poor behavior, then she will have to fly back in unchanged circumstances. Too much of everything becomes a disease. Ace had always had people coming around despite his wrongs and that made him feel extraordinary, empowering, belittling, and keep him wanting more. So what if the roles changed, will that lead him to an early grave? Eloïse thought as she pretentiously scanned through a magazine while they waited to board the plane in a few minutes. Before her next eye-blink, Eloïse's left hand detached from the magazine and was being pulled alongside her body by a force unknown to physics to a place yet to be known
"We should have told him everything. There were chances of him changing his mind," Zaphrina complained as she neatly hung her husband's shirts in the closet. To say Ace's behavior didn't trouble her will be an understatement as she happened to have observed that it worsened if anything. Perhaps flying him out wasn't the best idea. Perhaps she thought wrong; that Ace would someday change and that, that was the best and only place. That it was the only solution. "I doubt that. You know how he gets whenever the company's mentioned. His mind is made up." Marley typed away on his laptop. Zaphrina's eyes glistened with sorrow thinking back to her son's profile after mentioning the reason for their visit. He must have felt like an outcast. Bethany was right after all. "Honey," Marley pulled out his glasses, set aside his laptop, and deserted the bed after realizing his wife's withdrawal. "Come now, you need to rest, relax, and not think too much." He gently massaged her shoulders whilst
"Mum? Can I talk to you?" She found her mother in the workshop pinning a mixture of brick red and blue material on a mannequin doll. Zaphrina made sure to discard the pin that kept her mouth sealed on her work table before dedicating her whole attention to her daughter. "About what?" She removed her apron and sat down gesturing to Eloïse to sit too. "About Leo's proposal." "Okay?" Eloïse was about to talk when someone knocked. It was Daisy, a new apprentice, who wanted Zaphrina to check out her work. "I'm busy right now, Daisy. Just give me some time and while you're at it, could you please come up with a mock-up of Mrs. Ogechi's traditional outfit? Use the calico I left on Sandra's work table. If it's not enough, get some from the storage room. I'll check on that too when I'm done." "Sure thing, ma'am." "Okay, so, back to you, what was your conclusion?" "I agreed." Her mother proudly smiled. "Because Julien Vauthier was the catch." Her mother's eyes widened. "Jesus. I know he
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