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JESSIE “Congratulations, man; you are finally free.” I knew that voice; it was one of Allen’s friends. Today was supposed to be the day I registered my marriage to my boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. All of my calls and messages felt like they were hitting a dead end. I had to go to his apartment to see him. When I stood outside his door, this is what I had heard. Free? From whom? “I was getting worried for you, man; I thought you had fallen for her,” another one said, and they all erupted in pretentious loud laughter. They were talking about me. In that moment, it suddenly dawned on me that I was the subject of their mocking. My legs grew heavier; I wanted to barge in and demand answers. At the same time, my woman's intuition told me that this wasn’t all; there was more information waiting for me. “Fall for her? I would be out of my mind to fall for a fat girl like her,” Allen scoffed. “I am finally free,” he cheered loudly, and they all clapped like he had finished

JESSIEMy eyes flutter open, and pain shoots through my forehead until it settles in my eyes. I shut my eyes once more, and the events from last night flood back into my mind. How I kissed Stephen on the dance floor and how he pulled me through the club and into his car. How I kissed him again and ended up in his penthouse. Every single action I took while intoxicated is clear as day in my mind. I had always thought that blacking out while drunk was irresponsible, but now I wished I didn't have to remember the details of last night. My eyes flew open as I looked around, scrambling in bed. My eyes finally fell on Stephen’s frame, sleeping so peacefully beside me. I stared at his face and tried to ignore how my heart leapt to see him. I had always known him to be extremely good-looking, but never in the way of ending up naked on his bed after a breakup. I push away the cover and realise that I had fallen asleep stark naked. I tiptoe out of bed and try to pull my clothes on, ready t

JESSIEThe ambience of the restaurant is exactly what would fit my mother’s standard. I stood by the door and scanned the room while the hostess helped me confirm my reservation. I caught my date checking his reflection in the mirror. I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't as old as I had painted him up to be in my head. “Ms Moore,” he stretched his hand to mine. When he took it, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it on the back gently, but then lingered for a second more than he should. I pulled my hand from his grip and sat down before he could try to help me. “Mr Henderson, it’s nice to meet you.” The words felt stuck in my throat, but my mom’s words about getting married to a suitable partner for the business stayed in my mind. I won't get to date this man, but I had to make sure he didn't feel insulted as he left. “Just call me Henry.” I nodded gently, licking my lips. He waited for me to give him my first name, but I wasn't comfortable enough to do that. “You are qu