Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
When Angela entered her room, she leaned against the door for a moment, letting out a soft
sigh. A smile danced across her lips as she walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back
at her—youthful, radiant, and filled with excitement she couldn't quite contain. She adjusted
her hair slightly and smiled again, nodding in approval.
Her room was a dream in pink. The walls were a soft pastel shade, perfectly complementing
the pink furniture. Her bedspread, wardrobe, and even her shoe rack and bag organizer
followed the same theme. It was a space that reflected her personality—cheerful, warm, and
unapologetically feminine.
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the stillness. She picked it up and her
smile widened when she saw Kunle's name light up the screen. She eagerly opened the
message.
Kunle: Sunshine, I hope you're doing great.
Her fingers danced across the screen as she replied.
Angela: I'm good, and you?
The response was almost instant.
Kunle: I'm good. Just thinking about your beautiful face. I can't get it out of my head. I want
to see you again. When can that be?
Angela's cheeks flushed. She bit her lower lip, a mix of excitement and hesitation swirling
inside her.
Angela: I can't say for now. Probably next week.
Kunle: I'll wait till you're comfortable. Just know that I care about you. If you don't mind, I'd
like to tell you about myself—and I want to know you too.
Angela: Okay, you go first.
She sat on her bed, her heart thudding softly as she waited for his response.
Kunle: I'm from Lagos State. I grew up there after losing my mum at age ten. My dad passed
away before I was born, so I had to learn how to survive as an orphan. It wasn't easy, but I'm
in a better place now. I'm an architect, and I also freelance. I love to draw and travel, and my
favorite color is white.
Angela stared at the message, her heart aching slightly at the thought of his struggles. Yet,
there was admiration too—for his resilience and the life he had built for himself. She typed
her reply carefully.
Angela: That's amazing. I'm so sorry about your parents. Well, I'm the last child in my family
and the only daughter. My dad is incredibly kind, and my mum is gentle as a dove. My eldest
brother is cool and fun to be around, but you'll need to be cautious around my second
brother—he has a temper but is sweet at heart. My youngest brother is funny, though he might frustrate you sometimes. Overall, my family is amazing.
Kunle: I want to be part of your amazing family.
Angela blinked, momentarily stunned.
Angela: Huh?
His reply came swiftly, making her heart flutter.
Kunle: I can't wait to see you again. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about you. I know it's too
early, but I can't hide it—I'm in love with you.
Angela's breath hitched, her heart pounding as though it might leap out of her chest. She
stared at the screen, unsure how to respond. Her emotions were a whirlwind—excitement,
nervousness, and a hint of fear all mingling together.
Seconds passed, but she didn't type anything. Kunle must have noticed because another
message came through.
Kunle: Take your time, Sunshine. Just know that I love you.
Angela clutched her phone tightly, reading the words over and over. She couldn't deny that
she felt something for Kunle, but love? Could it really be love this soon? She needed time to
think, to process.
Sliding her phone onto the bedside table, Angela lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Her pink room, once a comforting cocoon, now felt like a place where decisions and
emotions she wasn't sure how to handle swirled around her.
Yet, in the quiet of her room, her lips curved into a small smile. Kunle's words echoed in her
mind.
Take your time, Sunshine. Just know that I love you.
Was this the beginning of something real? Or was it just another twist in the story of her life?
Time would tell.