"You're going to be the worst makeup artist ever," Tessie teased over the phone. Islam had set up a video call with her since they couldn't meet up in Lagos. She knew Tessie always wore makeup even to grab groceries next door, claiming it boosted her confidence.
"I'm following your instructions," Islam replied, attempting to curl her eyelashes with the mascara. She sat on the stool in front of the frameless mirror, her phone positioned for Tessie's supervision.
Before leaving for the estate that evening from their apartment on the island, Islam had her outfit ready. She described it as a plain black sundress with caped sleeves, paired with chunky red stilettos and a matching red hijab.
Tessie advised, "The mascara will make your lashes pop. Don't forget to use concealer to cover any blemishes or dark circles. Keep the eyeliner subtle and thin for a professional look," as she observed closely from her oak desk while holding her phone.
"Perfect," Islam exclaimed as she achieved a flawless makeup look, opting for a nude lip gloss.
"I can't believe you always need me to do your makeup. Don't worry, we'll do some makeup tutorials before I marry you off," she playfully remarked with a smile. "I think I need to go. Bye."
"Wa alaikumusalam, come in," Islam greeted Firdausi, who knocked at the door. Firdausi entered wearing a pressed hue green pantsuit that was oversized yet classic, paired with ankle boots and a hijab, exuding simplicity and beauty.
"You're unbelievable, Islam," Firdausi commented as she took the hot stretcher from her and started working on her hair. It was surprising how Firdausi switched from calling her 'yaya' to addressing her by name.
"Don't burn my scalp, please," Islam joked as she admired herself in the mirror. After Firdausi helped tie her hair in a scrunchie and adjust her hijab, they both got ready to head out.
Usman arrived in his Rolls Royce a few minutes later to pick her up, while Firdausi opted to charter a car, wanting to give them some privacy. Usman looked dashing in a brown blazer and white sweater, resembling a prince charming.
It was a delightful and elegant scene as they prepared to embark on their journey.
"I'm looking for my girlfriend, but I found you instead. Please don't spill the beans that I called her Plain Jane and complimented you. She can be a bit bossy," Usman playfully remarked with a smile.
"Sure thing, your secret's safe with me. Let's roll," she replied, grabbing her wristlet to touch up her makeup if needed. Usman gallantly opened the door for her as she gracefully stepped into the car.
The playful banter continued as they embarked on their journey, sharing light-hearted moments along the way.
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The estate exuded grandeur, boasting expansive landscapes with towering buildings and stunning city skylines visible from the car. She couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding her and felt a sense of pride in her man.
"You're the best," she expressed contentedly, to which he glanced at her with a smile before focusing on the road.
"I know, always and forever," he responded confidently, his charming smile lighting up his face.
As they drove through the estate, she noticed the elite individuals and renowned architects who acknowledged his remarkable work. During an interview, he proudly introduced her as the lady of his dreams, causing her cheeks to flush with delight.
"Let me be your tour guide," he offered, leading her through the grand and elaborate doors that opened before them, revealing the luxurious estate. "Mubarak's help was invaluable."
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