Wrong Girl, Right Love
Gold Adesuwathe wrong girlfriendfell in love with the wrong guyin love with the wrong personlooking for love at all the wrong places
The third candidate—the one who had been acting so confident in the hall—stroked her hair and walked in with a flirtatious sway.
“Good morning, judges—”
“What exactly are you wearing?” the 'god' on the left interrupted. His voice was cold enough to frost the windows.
The girl blinked, looking down at her sleeveless, tight mini-dress. “I’m wearing a dress, sir,” she said, trying to sound bold.
He let out a dry, mocking laugh. “You call this a dress? I’ve seen better-looking rags in a garage.”
Her confidence wavered. “I… yes, of course it's a dress.”