“I’m fine,” she said, trying to sound cute, but the energy was flat—nothing like what Obina had expected.
He assumed she was just shy since it was their first meeting. Still, as she answered his questions, there was no spark, no synergy between them.
Soon, Mirabel began snapping selfies. Obina watched calmly, letting her be.
“I love this place so much,” Mirabel said. “I’ve been here several times.”
“But you said you rarely go out,” Obina replied, frowning slightly.
Mirabel silently cursed Amanda.
That stupid girl.
She forced a smile.
“I mean, I have dreamt of being here several times.”
Obina smiled.
“It is a nice place. I’m glad you like it.”
After lunch, Obina dropped her off in front of her compound in his SUV.
“I will call you,” he said.
Mirabel smiled sweetly.
“I will be waiting.”
The moment she entered the house, she and her mother—who had been peeping through the gate’s keyhole—began dancing as if they had hit a jackpot.
A few days later, Obina invited Mirabel to his house. He came to pick her up, and Amanda was standing at the junction where she sold fruits when the car drove past. The moment she saw Mirabel inside the vehicle, Amanda sprang up in pure excitement and called out her name with a wide smile, waving happily.
Mirabel hissed and turned her face away.
Amanda’s eyes met Obina’s through the window. Her smile was warm and contagious, and she looked genuinely happy for Mirabel, not knowing that she was the woman Obina had fallen in love with.
