A Second Chance At Love

A Second Chance At Love

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This story focuses on the life of a 25 year old Tessa and how she undergoes the challenges life throws at her. Join her in this journey.

A Second Chance At Love Chapter 1 KNOWING TESSA

Am Tessa a 25 year old interior decorator. I studied at the University of Benin and graduated with a first class lower. Am currently working with the third largest interior design company, not currently per say..

I am kinda passing through a phase right now. I mean heart break so I explained to my boss and I got a month off to clear my head..

3 months ago,

I hurried out of my room checked my self in the mirror before going out of the house, when I was done I locked my door and headed out..

After 15 minutes, I reached the office submitted my designs to my boss worked on a few, went for coffee and came back to continue..

Time went by and it was time to go back home so I packed my stuff, grabbed my back and headed home..

When I got home I fixed myself some dinner and as I was about to drift to sleep, I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller ID and it was my mum..

Urgghhhh!! I picked the call and greeted her and as usual she pestered me about getting married..I told her that I will get married at the right time.

She then told me about a blind date that she arranged for me..I didn't agree at first but after much pestering from her I finally agreed.

Her job being done she told me that she will send me the details and then she ended the call...

I heard a beep 2 minutes later and it was a message from my mum. It read "Krispy Kreme" 2pm..don't keep him waiting.

I quickly replied ok and then I jumped on my bed and went to sleep..

The next morning, I woke up did my usual morning routine but this time I had to go to that dumb date at 2pm..

Ugh!! Anyways I have to get going before am late for work..

I head out and reach the office did some designs. I got a message from mum, she sent me a pic of him and captioned it..

" A picture of your date; just incase. Be punctual". I sighed after reading the message and I hurried home to get ready so I would be "punctual".

I took a bath dressed up and headed to the place wearing a red velvet dress with a slit by the side with silver heels and a black Gucci bag; I did a little makeup just to make an appearance; I no dey carry last...

When I entered the place, I saw many couples on a date. I scanned the room looking for my so called date. I finally saw him..he was not bad tho..so I sat down and we started talking..

"Hey, am Tessa and I guess you know my mum set us up on a date"

" Hi, I do. So lets talk and get to know ourselves just as friends of course"

" Am Tessa, an interior decorator. I studied in Uniben and I have a masters degree. What about you?"

" Am Edward, a business man. I went to London for my masters.."

We talked about our likes and dislikes and we seem to have almost similar likes and dislikes. We flowed well with each other and we didn't know when time flew.

I realized when my mum messaged me;

" Hope you are enjoying your date"

I checked the time and it was 5 pm. I told him that I had to go home. We exchanged numbers and he said that he would call me.

He walked me out and I boarded a cab and went home. He is a really cool person; I thought.

When I got home, my mum called and asked me about the date. No doubt I like him but if I tell my mum she will start planning the marriage. I needed time to really think about it to avoid making mistakes.

" Hello, are you still there"

Mum's voice snapped me out of my thoughts..

"Erm.. yes mum the date was nice. I mean he is a very cool person but am not promising anything yet. I need to think before I make a decision"

" No problem my daughter, but speed up your thinking oo; I want you to get married soon"

" Okay mama, I need to sleep, good bye; I will inform you of my decision"

" Good night nwa m"

The next morning, I dressed up for work and about to leave when I heard a car beep. It was Edward I was so surprised to see him.

I know mum must have told him my address. I just asked him how he knew so I won't seem weird..

"Hey, how did you know my address"

" Erm, your mum gave it to me; am

sorry for coming uninvited though"

"No problem, welcome; I am about going out so.."

" Ohh, cool let me drop you off then"

"Ok".

So I entered his car. We chatted all the way to my work place. I came down from his car and bid him farewell. I entered my office and couldn't concentrate.

I was thinking about him; He is such a gentleman.. I continued working on my work and stopped daydreaming..

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So "nwa m" means my child..

End of chapter guyyys...I hope u like it.

I kinda like Edward; he is a nice guy..

Question:

Would u go on a blind date set up by mumsi..

I decided to give them fine names cos naija babies deserve fine name..

Pls vote for the book after reading each chapter thanks guys..

Kisses...🥰

Out🤭✌️

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