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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: FIRST DATES AND BUTTERFLIES

Ireti

Ifeoma bugged me throughout the day to tell her who the gifts were from, it became unbearable so I decided to tell her and I needed her to make me glow for my date with Jide.

"You really are not going to tell me who the gifts were from?" She asked again when we got to the car park.

"Fine, I will"

She grinned.

"It's Jide" I told him.

"Who's Jide?" She asked puzzled.

"Jide Oluitan" I added.

"Who's that?" "Wait, wait which Jide Oluitan? Our boss?" Realization dawned on her face.

I nodded.

"Wow Ireti I didn't know you were a slut, sleeping your way to the top I see" she raised her brows teasingly.

"Ifeoma you are mad"

"How did you go from bad blood to gift boxes?"

"I don't know, I'm still shocked he sent me a gift box I don't even know why but we have a date tonight" I said.

I really didn't know. Few months ago, the sight of him made my blood boil but now the sight of him made me weak in the knees.

"A date? Wow Ireti you turned me down to go on a date with our boss" she rolled her eyes.

"Lower your voice, somebody might hear you" I hushed her.

"Just follow me home and help me dress up and I'll give you the gist" I requested.

"Gladly" she smiled.

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"Ahh I knew I picked the right dress, you look amazing" Ifeoma gushed.

Jide got me three dresses, Ifeoma picked the black, off shoulders dress that draped down to my ankle with a slit at the front that stopped mid thigh and paired it with silver long earrings, with one of the shoes he got me. They were silver and high heeled.

She sleeked my hair back in a ponytail and threw on a light nude makeup. She would have gone overboard if I didn't beg her.

I looked myself in the mirror and ifeoma was right I looked good, I couldn't remember the last time I dolled up for my birthday, or the last time I did any of the birthday traditions.

"I should be a stylist, just look at you" she beamed.

"Thank you Ifeoma" I smiled.

"Sit there, let me take a picture" she brought out her phone.

"Smile now" she requested.

"I'm smiling now"

"These pictures are really nice o, look at them"

"Ireti!" My mother called, badging in. Nigerian parents never respect privacy.

"Ah ahn, you didn't tell me you were going out" she noticed me.

"She has a date ma" ifeoma blabbed. She hadn't stopped smiling since I told her everything that transpired between Jide and I. From the trip to Lagos to the dinner with his family and the kiss. She was genuinely happy that I might be putting myself out there again.