Jasmine* "Yeah! I'll sew a pretty apron for you, you are getting this job at once. I trust your meals." Lilian expressed happily after giving me a thousand hugs. "I'll be the happiest person alive." "Wow, this is good news, that kind I love to hear. Now listen, sister, try your best to capture Mrs. Laura's interest okay?" "Is it about Mrs. Laura? No, her son will be there, he will have to taste our meals and make his decision. "Her son?" Lilian asked fearfully, she turned around and backed me. She looked into the distance and rolled her eyes left and then right. "I believe you will get the job." She said this time without confidence, she said it as though she was supposed to say something positive and then I feared for myself. Should I begin to prepare by going into the kitchen to try out different recipes? How about checking g****e for clues? Now, I wished Mrs. Laura had said in her mail, the kind of food we would be asked to prepare. I must win this. Why did Lilian suddenly c

Jason* "Have you picked up my cell phones, Oscar?" "Yes, you have a call, sir." "Is it a business number? If yes, decline the call, it's the weekend." "Alright, sir." I walked into my father's house and seeing the guards dressed in their uniforms excited me. What is this setting all about? What is my mom up to? Why all these canopies and decorations? I was thinking it was about picking a worthy maid, but what is this about? I wondered as I walked into the house. I walked straight to my room and wished that Oliver was in here with me. I would have had her pinned to this bed and hammered her senses out, oops does she have senses? I guess not. "Good, you guys can leave me now," I told my guards before sinking into the cushion. Beyond my expectation, Michelle stepped in, wearing her usual smile to meet me. She still had her uniform on. What the fuck? "Welcome Mr. Jason, what do I offer you?" If I was expecting her to step in and greet me which I wasn't, I didn't expect that s

Mrs. Laura* I know how stubborn Jason would be as regards choosing a wife for himself, was I wrong to have come up with such a strategy? I guess not. My only fear would be Jasmine not accepting to marry my son but every lady would want to be with my son. His only flaw was his bad temper. "I'm afraid to be married to that lady, mom." He said feeling worried. "Don't be scared, she told me she's got a father and a stepmother, we could bargain a price with them after saying our intention. I'm certain that she will be excited about this, let's do this ASAP son." "I think it's a good idea mom." "Sure it is." I nodded. "I could just buy her off, pay her parents a handsome amount of money they won't refuse me. And by tomorrow, we are married, afterwards, I go ahead to secure the agency." As soon as my son was done talking, I hugged him and patted him on his back. "You are smart, that's just what you will do." "It will be a marriage bounded by a contract mom." "What? But why?" "I h

Jasmine*Mrs. Smith walked in grudgingly, laid hold of my bags, and walked away with them, cursing under her breath. "This will be hell for me!" I cried. "If you will be going through hell with him, keep going!" She hurled leaving with my bags."I don't even know who I am being married off to," I said to Lilian who was completely flummoxed. She simply stared in silence. I rushed into my father's room, but he was not in. I rushed into the living room and met him walking in with his cane to converse with a man I assumed would be Mr. Jason. "Dad, what is going on?" "Congratulations my dear, your husband is right here." He pointed at Mr. Jason who was seated opposite him. "And over there is Barr Arthur." He pointed to the flower vase, close to where a balding man who smiled sheepishly was seated, and I knew who he meant. They were all excited but I wasn't. What was the surprise for? Why would my dad consent to such? Did my stepmom bewitch him? Or could the money have gotten to his h

Jasmine* "What?" He asked baffled by my surprise. "You are taking me shopping and will let me choose a dress for myself?" "Of course, dresses, shoes, name them. All womanly needs I said." "I will be grateful." I wasn't done talking when I turned around and started moving away. Suddenly, I paused by my door and looked back, Jason was still watching. Was I acting weird? Was I over-excited? Did my reaction baffle him that much? "Is there a problem?" I asked raising my voice so he could hear me but he shook his head and walked away. That does not matter. Did he mean what he said? Wow, so I would be wearing cute dresses from now on? Should I bundle these old misfortunes and burn them in the furnace? No, I must be patient until when I have seen the new clothes. I stepped into my room and took off my dress and then I saw there was a blood stain on my dress. My period! I exclaimed in surprise. I hadn't remembered to check the calendar. I got into some other dress, taking the l