The remaining days of the week passed quietly, devoid of any notable occurrences.
Meanwhile, I made steady progress on my project, having secured my topic, and devoted my time to crafting a compelling abstract and outlining the structure with a detailed table of contents.
As I stepped out of my supervisor's office on the Friday of the next week, my phone rang, and I discovered Mirabel was the one calling.
I was surprised to see her call, and at the same time I was somehow happy that she called. I intentionally waited for her calls to end, then I called her back.
“Hello Pascal”.......she greeted with a cheerful tone.
“Hi Mirabel, how are you doing today?”........I asked.
“I'm doing great, how about you?”........she asked.
“Not bad either, just a little bit tired from the meeting with my supervisor”.......I replied sincerely.
“sorry oh, should I come and massage you?”........she asked, with a soft tone.
“hmm, as masseuse wey you be Na, stop whining me abeg”........I replied, and we both laughed.
“So how far Na, would you have a chance to party hard this evening?”........she inquired.
“What kind of party?”........I asked.
“It's a birthday party of one of my friends, she wants to throw a big party, and it's till dawn”........she explained.
“Really? This one you are inviting me to the party, what about your boyfriend?”........I asked curiously.
“He is out of town, and I don't want to be at the party alone, that's why I'm inviting you to come along with me”.........she countered.
“Hope your boyfriend isn't going to be enraged, when he finds out you attended an all-night birthday party with your EX?”.........I inquired, but she suddenly went silent.
“Hello, Mirabel are you there?”........I called out to her.
“If you won't attend the party just let me know, instead of asking irrelevant questions......how on earth would someone that is out of town, find out I attended a birthday party with an ex?.......there's no way he would find out, even if he did, we would find a way to sort out our differences, and it won't concern you”..........she explained, with a hint of frustration in her tone.
“Okay oh, If you say so......I will call you later, if I would be free or not”.........I mentioned, and she agreed, then our phone conversation ended.
I immediately dialed Evelyn's number after speaking with Mirabel, eager to learn about her expected return date.
Unfortunately, Evelyn was still unsure, explaining that she was struggling to resolve some issues with her second-semester classes.
I got home, and quickly freshened up, afterwards I made a quick meal of toasted bread, and tea. After I was done eating, I decided to do some little work on my project, but I started dosing off in the process.
I kept the project aside, and I rested my head on my reading table, to have a little nap.
When I eventually woke up from my nap, I discovered the time was 6:45pm. I reached for my phone which was on my reading table, then called Mirabel to know the time for the party.
She informed me that the event would start from 8pm until dawn, but we would arrive at 9pm. She was filled with excitement when I agreed to accompany her to the birthday party. After speaking with Mirabel, I contacted my taxi driver to arrange for a pickup at 9pm.
When it was 8pm, I started getting ready for the party. I was determined to look my best, so I went extra.
I stood in front of my closet, meticulously selecting each piece of my outfit for the birthday party I was about to attend with Mirabel.
I wanted to make a lasting impression, so I chose my favorite navy blue rugged jeans trousers. I carefully pulled it out of the closet and laid them flat on my bed, making sure to smooth out any wrinkles.
Next, I put them on, adjusting the waistband to perfection and making sure the creases were sharp.
Moving on to my top, I opted for a crisp white shirt with a subtle sheen to it. I had gotten it a month ago and hadn't worn it, and I couldn't wait to show it off now.
I carefully buttoned up the shirt, starting from the bottom and working my way up, making sure each button was secure.
I then adjusted the cuffs, folding them back slightly to reveal my silver cufflinks. As I put on the shirt, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence and sophistication.
When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel impressed by my reflection.
I slipped on a black sneaker, and laced it to perfection. As I stood back to admire myself in the mirror, I felt like a million bucks. I was confident that Mirabel would be impressed by my outfit, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I picked her up.
I lavishly sprayed some perfume all over myself, luckily the perfume was quite expensive, and I was smelling like a millionaire.
I gave myself a final look in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had put together an outfit that was both stylish and sophisticated, and I knew I would be turning heads at the party.
I headed out the door, feeling like the best version of himself. I was ready to make a memorable impression at the party, and I was excited to share the evening with Mirabel.
After I left my apartment, I strolled to the junction, and I met my cab man already waiting for me. I entered the taxi, and he started driving.
“Your face show, your shoe shine, see as you legit......I no come recognise you again”.........he teased, and I smiled broadly.
“Thanks for the compliment”.........I muttered.
“Which side we dey go?”.......he asked.
“Take me to Okeke hostel, I want to pick someone”........I replied, and he nodded.
When we arrived at Mirabel's hostel, the cab man parked somewhere around the hostel, then I came out of the cab, and was calling Mirabel. Fortunately she picked the first ring.
“Hello Pascal”.........she greeted.
“I'm around your hostel, hope you are ready?”........I asked.
“I am almost ready, please give just ten minutes, and I will join you soon”.........she requested, before I could say any more words, she hung up.
I went back into the cab, and was waiting for Mirabel. Fifteen minutes later, I saw a figure coming out of the hostel. I looked closely and discovered it was Mirabel.
I couldn't believe my eyes, she was looking like a goddess, she was wearing a red dress which was a stunning masterpiece that perfectly accentuated her curves.
The dress was a deep, rich red color that seemed to glow in the light, and it was made of a luxurious silk fabric that hugged her body in all the right places.
The gown was floor length, with a subtle train that flowed behind her as she moved. The neckline was very deep, exposing a good amount of her cleavages.
The sleeves were long and fitted, with a slight flare at the wrist that added a touch of drama to the overall design. As Mirabel moved, the dress seemed to shimmer and shine, catching the light and sending shivers of admiration through me.
Mirabel's hair, makeup, shoes, and bag all perfectly complemented her stunning red gown. Her dark hair was styled in loose, flowing waves that cascaded down her back, with a few strategically-placed strands framing her face.
Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with a focus on enhancing her natural features rather than making a bold statement.
Her lips were painted a deep red shade that matched her dress, and her eyes sparkled with subtle hints of eyeshadow and mascara.
On her feet, Mirabel wore a pair of high heeled silver sandals that added a touch of glamour to her overall look.
Her bag was a small, sleek clutch in a matching silver color, which she carried discreetly in one hand as she moved.
Overall, she looked absolutely breathtaking, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be her escort for the evening.
I rushed out of the cab and waved at her so she could see me, and she did. She came towards me, and I gently took one of her hands, and placed a light kiss at the back of the hand.
“You look incredible and radiant”........I complimented, and she blushed.
“Thank you”.......she replied in a whisper.
I stepped aside, opening the car door for her to step into the cab first, then joined her.
The driver zoomed off, and we were on our way to the party. I couldn't take my eyes off Mirabel, and she caught me a few times checking her out and will always smile.
We arrived at the party just shy of 10pm, and the celebration was already in full swing.
After greeting the birthday girl and exchanging introductions, I escorted Mirabel to a quiet spot where we could settle in and enjoy the festivities.
I decided to be proactive and ordered a bottle of Magic Moment and a large pack of Hollandier yoghurt from the waiter, not wanting to rely on the host's arrangements since I wasn't a directly invited guest.
As the party continued into the early hours, reaching around 1 a.m., I noticed a familiar figure approaching us from the entrance.
My eyes widened in surprise as I realized who it was. someone I hadn't expected to see at the party, and whose presence caught me completely off guard.
I gently nudged Mirabel, who was already giggling uncontrollably and thoroughly entertained by the MC's humor, her tipsiness evident in her carefree laughter.
“You didn’t tell me Charlotte will be here”.......I asked her.
“You didn’t ask me if Charlotte was going to be here.........Moreover where is she?”........she replied, looking around.
I subtly gestured towards the approaching figure, and Mirabel's eyes followed, fixing on Charlotte, who looked absolutely breathtaking, her outfit a true showstopper.
“Is there a problem? Are you guys dating?”.........Mirabel asked unperturbed.
“No….. but……”.........I started to say something before she hushed me.
“Then there is no problem”........she whispered.
Mirabel's words trailed off as Charlotte arrived at our table, her timing eerily coinciding with the end of Mirabel's sentence.
“I have been asking around for you”........Charlotte said, hugging Mirabel who was already standing for a hug.
“I also asked after you, but Victoria, our birthday girl, said she hasn’t seen you”.........Mirabel replied.
“Yea I came a bit late”.........Charlotte replied, sitting beside me without saying a word to me.
I feigned indifference, focusing my attention on the stage as I took a sip from my cup, deliberately ignoring Charlotte's presence.
“You guys don’t wanna say a word to each other or do I need to introduce the both of you?.......Okay then, Pascal this is Charlotte, my former roommate the one you came to look for last semester and Charlotte this is Pascal, my very good friend”
“He once came to look for you in our former room when you were already packed out. That said, I will pretend like the both of you don’t exist until you start talking to each other”........Mirabel concluded turning to face the stage.
“Don’t mind him, he knows that I’m angry with him. I didn’t know he could be very mean and heartless”........Charlotte blurted out, rolling her eyes at me.
“Hmmm!! mean and heartless abii? I agree with you on that”........Mirabel said, and she chuckled.
“And this is a case of pot calling kettle black right?”...…...I fired at Charlotte, glaring at her.
“It’s just that I don’t know why I can’t stay mad at you, if not, I already made up my mind never to talk to you again”........Charlotte replied.
“You both should just stop it already, whatever transpired between you guys should be left for another day. You guys shouldn’t spoil this party for me”.........Mirabel said aggressively.
To Be Continued.........
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