Maadwoa is an unassuming girl, who lost her mother during birth, and never met her father. She lives with her aunt, where she constantly suffers through the wrath of her aunt's treatment, only getting comfort from her uncle and her best friends. Wha...
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Narrator
After taking Maadwoa home, the young prince marches towards the beige mansion after stepping out of the black limo. Aggravation runs through his veins as he steps onto the smooth, marble verandah, ready to knock on the door and relieve his body of the anger he is feeling. He lifts his hand, pressing the small, silver doorbell, before waiting for the sound of movement. Almost immediately, he hears shuffling and the footsteps of a person walking towards the door. He takes a breath, puffing up his chest to exude a look of dominance. When the door opens, Mercy Nelson comes into the prince's view and he lets out a breath to bring his chest back down. Mercy Nelson smiles at him.
"What a lovely surprise. How are you, Danny?" she greets, still holding the door.
The prince plasters a smile on his face to greet her. He is aware that even though he is angry at her daughter, Mrs. Nelson herself has done nothing wrong.
"Hello ma. I'm fine. I hope you are also doing well."
"Oh, I'm fine by the grace of God. You must be here for Afia." she mentions.
The prince nods, trying to hide the frown that threatens to fall on his face at the mention of Afia's name.
"She's in her bedroom. Do come in." she beckons, opening the door wider and allowing Danny to walk in.
Mrs. Nelson leads Danny into the house, pointing towards the brown glass staircase.
"She is in the second room on the right." she informs him.
Danny thanks her as he makes his way up them. When he gets to the second floor, he makes his way to her bedroom door and knocks on it. The door was pure white with a silver doorknob, and had sparkling letters that displayed the name 'Afia' in all capital letters. While observing the designs, the door suddenly opens. Danny puffs up his chest once again when he makes eye contact with the egoistical girl. A look of surprise flashes on Afia's face for a second, as she did not expect Danny to be at her door, but she quickly conceals her surprise with a mild glare.
"Oh, now you remember me." she sarcastically remarks.
The prince maintains his dominant posture, with his back straight, chest puffed up, and frown on his face. He only clears his throat as Afia stares expectantly at him with her arms crossed in a sassy manner.
"We need to talk. May I please come in?" Danny calmly asks, making direct eye contact with her, the frown still present on his face.
Afia was somewhat intimidated by his manner and tone, but she refuses to break her semblance of confidence. She beckons for him to walk in, rolling her eyes as he does. Danny walks into the room, examining the setting. It was evident that her favourite colour was pink. The walls of the spacious room were painted pastel pink with white floral designs. The queen-sized bed was covered with bedsheets, stuffed animals, and pillows, ranging different shades of pink. There was a window leading to a patio that was slightly covered with hot pink curtains. Even the ceiling fan was adorned with pink glitter. The amount of pink in the room was almost sickening to the prince.
