She looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, slowly turning 360 degrees and glancing behind just to be sure everything was perfect. Then she stood still staring at the image on the mirror.
She looked different. The extra lashes, perfect brows, 6 inches heels and armless gown made her look like a run way model although she didn't have the height for it.
Mercy was beautiful. She was slim, dark skinned, had an oblong face with a perfectly chiseled diastema and was slightly tall, oops, no, that's not completely true. The heels made her appear tall, but in actual fact, she wasn't, although she was curvy enough to be noticed and as far as she was concerned, that made up for the heights.
The stretchy blue dress made sure no curve was hidden and slightly revealed a portion of her cleavage.
She pulled up the dress trying to cover up the part that was exposed but the cloth bluntly refused and returned to it's original form, she let it be.
This was not the kind of cloth she would have loved to wear but her friends had clearly explained that to make a man's head "spin for you', you must show him 'how blessed you are'.
In fact, Kesie had taken it upon herself to buy the dress and to school her on how to behave around rich men the moment she heard that the director's son had asked to take Mercy to dinner.
"You cannot laugh like that nau, that's how local girls do. You smile like this".
Mercy smiled, exposing just her incisors and trying to mimick her friend).
"No, girl. You must rehearse what to say before saying it".
"Haba, you must not cover everything, let him see 'how blessed' he'll be to have you".
"See, this might your only chance for a perfect date o, better use it".
She looked at herself again and burst into laughter.
"No be me and them today please", she shrugged.
"I cannot come and go and kill myself and die. Perfect date ko, imperfect date ni".
She hissed, took off the dress, shoes and extra lashes, then picked up a pair of jeans trousers and a tee shirt with the inscription 'NA YOUR WAY' boldly written on it.
She unpacked and repacked her braided hair making some fall slightly by the side of her face, adjusted her make up, wore a pair of sneakers, and in few seconds, she was good to go.
As she stepped out to board a taxi, Marcus, the director's son honked at her from the other side of the road where he had been waiting all along without letting her know and she immediately crossed to join him.
They exchanged pleasantries, talked about everything and anything, laughed, played, ate and had a little stroll, then he drove her back to her house. He was such a gentleman, much more than she expected him to be.
She got in, threw herself on the bed and reflected on how the outing went.
Her phone beeped. It was a text from him. It read:
You are different from all the ladies I've met in my Dad's company. It's a good difference and I think I like you. I had a
wonderful time today, can we do this again, some other time?
She threw the phone down, heaved a sigh of relief and screamed.
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