Chapter 2
She had been so pleased when he popped the question the year before. She had just started training at one of the top literary agencies in London and she thought it was the perfect time for an engagement. She had a wonderful job that she adored as did he and the plan was to be engaged for two years before actually getting married.
Her father had been extra thrilled. He had been haranguing her to come back home to Nigeria as she thought she was getting a bit too 'English-fied.' As if that even made any sense. The fact that she had ended up with a Nigerian guy who was of her tribe as well; suffice to say that it was her father's dream come true.
Of course she had loved him as well; being able to please her father was an added bonus.
Now, it seemed the honeymoon was over. He had shown his true colours or had been unable to hide it as properly as before. All she could think of now was how crushed her father was going to be. As for her; she was so over it. She had been the perfect daughter and perfect girlfriend.
No more.
She had been a prefect in school, had the highest grades there as well as University. She had been the perfect worker too. She had stayed at work till 1 a.m. some days and gotten wonderful praises and bonuses. She had learnt how to cook perfectly, bake and even do laundry. Stuff she never thought she would have to learn as she was pretty well-off. All of this she had done as she was subconsciously training to be a wonderful wife.
Well, no more. She was not going to be the perfect role model anymore. She was going to let down her hair and party like there was no tomorrow.
Starting from tonight.
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Linda grinned as Ada strutted to their table at the bar. Ada was in a short mustard dress which clashed beautifully with her short blue afro. She had on high black platforms and her newly purchased Hindmarch oversize clutch. She knew she looked hot and smiled inwardly at the hushed whispers that followed her steps towards Linda.
'Look at you!' Linda gasped excitedly.
Ada smiled back as she plopped her bum on the chair next to Linda and a blonde girl that she did not know.
'You look wicked! You scrub up pretty well, Ada. I swear I wouldn't have recognised you. And what the hell happened to your hair. It's short! And...'
'Blue? Yup. I just got tired of the old me and wanted to re-invent myself.' Ada grinned as she ran her fingers through her newly shorn hair.
Linda shook her head grinning, 'And what did dear Oli have to say about it?'
Ada shrugged as she looked around airily, smiling slightly at a mixed-race man who was blatantly staring at her.
'Oh, we aren't together anymore.'
Linda gasped aloud, but this time in shock, 'Get out. What happened?'
'I caught him cheating on me so I decided to dump his snivelling arse.'
Linda just looked at her, 'Wow. Did this happen ages ago?'
Ada shook her head, 'Nope. Just last week.'
The blonde girl interjected suddenly, 'You seem pretty chirpy for someone who just ended an engagement.'
Ada turned to stare at the girl who was looking at her with cool blue eyes. She rightly guessed that the girl was used to getting all the attention and was not too pleased that Ada was getting quite a few stares.
'I wish I could bawl and moan like other girls but it's a bit pointless to let oneself go and turn into a smelly, irritating hermit when it's not going to bring the guy back. Plus he cheated on me. I'm not going to waste my tears on someone who did not have respect for our 'engagement.' And who are you, anyway?' Ada asked with an arched eyebrow.
Linda quickly cut in, 'Oh this is my flatmate, Mandy. Mandy, Ada my like best friend from work.'
Ada raised a bare gleaming shoulder, 'Charmed.' Then she looked at the bar before continuing, 'I'm going to go get myself a drink. You guys want anything?'
Linda nodded asking for a wine spritzer while Mandy shook her head sullenly.
Ada just shrugged and got up from her chair. She was not going to waste her time explaining anything to Linda's flatmate. She had mourned her engagement, but she was not going to spend the rest of her life crying over someone who disrespected her enough to cheat on her, knowing she had a key to his flat and could easily walk in anytime. No sodding way.
She leaned against the bar counter and smiled to herself as she saw the bar man rush over to her side to ask what she wanted.
'A wine spritzer and a French Martini.'
The guy nodded as he fixed her drink. She turned round to lean on the counter and cast a lazy gaze round. There were a few fit men there as this was a cool bar in central London but she was not ready to hook up randomly with anyone; not at the bar anyway. She wanted to go dancing then...well, she'd see how it went.