The Nanny ✔

#22

Word count: 1994

Sophie's POV

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Opening the car for me, the brightest smile I've ever seen on a man graces Demola's face as I alight it.

He gives me an appreciative once over in and a smile breaks onto my face as well as we both stare at each other like teenagers having the deepest crush on each other.

He softly places his right palm on my cheek and a tantalizing shudder snakes its way down my spine.

"You're really beautiful."

I look down and try to suppress my smile. This is the third time he would tell me I'm beautiful since we left the house. And we just got to the event.

"Thank you." I mumble softly.

I'm wearing a blue mermaid gown with glittering stones imprinted in flowery patterns at the tail and torso it and the same design is designed on my stiletto heels and clutch purse. The matching earrings and necklace is the same deep blue color and my clutch purse is in a vice grip as I hold it as if I'm secretly seeking its support to go through this evening.

He is dressed in a grey two piece suit which hugs his torso just well, his pants fitting his legs snuggly and black shiny shoes are covering his feet.

A silver watch is dangling on his wrist and it matches with the smaller sized one on my own left wrist.

Oli is over at Tania's place and we'll be picking her on our way back home.

He holds out his folded arm which I link my own over at the elbow as we walk into the hall. I try to keep my slight nervousness and surprise to myself. This is the first time I'll be attending such an event.

My eyes are quick to kook around me at the grandiose imagery, with elegantly dressed people who I'm guessing are businessmen all affiliated to the cause for this event. Just like Demola is.

The walls are painted in white and black, with the pure white silk curtains parted artistically. By the right, there's a floor to ceiling window which gives us the perfect view to the beautiful garden where only a handful of people are gathered. On the left end of the hall, there's a big statue of a man hunched over a stool, reading a book.

Looking up, there are pink and blue chandeliers hung around in a wide and beautiful love shape. The choices of color give the hall a cool look. And finally, my eyes rest on the crowd.

There are men and women in expensive attires, standing around with glasses of drinks in hand and most of them are chattering away.

My hands turn clammy as I imagine that so many pointed stares are already fixed on me. My dad used to attend events like this when he was alive; mainly because his family was very wealthy and he had a reputation to uphold. After his death though, mom cut ties with dad's family. By that time, she was dating step dad though it took a while before she got married.

Nervously, I sport on my poker face, grateful for the fact that I came with someone who probably knows how things go well around here.

Moreover, I'll act like I have been doing it for long. I do a mental chuckle at that, telling myself to go with the flow and stick by Demola because that way, I won't be intimidated by anyone who tries to act like a major bitch or asshole to me. For example, Brittany.

The hurried clinking of shoes dashing in our direction has me looking up and I almost panic, wondering why anyone would be crazy enough to willingly run into someone but then I release a hasty breath and1 relax when I recognise who it is. It's Brittany, Demola's highschool crush.