Chapter Eight

Crazy Wendy

Wendy looked stunning and hot, she wore a red short gown that a bit above her, knees revealing

her long beautiful legs,with red lipstick to match her dress,She looked like a princess waiting for her Prince charming to come sweep her off her feet.

yes she was waiting for her date to come sweep off her feet,but where the Heck is her date?

Does he not know it's wrong to keep a lady waiting for long? So many questions ran through her mind as she waited, "did he suddenly developed cold feet and decided not to come?Or is he stuck in traffic?

she thought of calling him to find what was delaying him, but she kicked against the idea.

"He would think I'm cheap"

she said, I will just wait for 5 more minutes and if he doesn't show up, I will just leave she said.

She glanced at her wrist watch for the fifth time in ten minutes,she has been waiting for her date for fifteen minutes and was beginning to loss patience.

she beckoned on the waiter and ordered for a glass of red wine and