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JIDE

Everyone was dressed in formal clothing outside the restaurant. The party had begun three hours ago and yet, Ivory was not in sight.

The high, middle and low class people chattered and got acquainted. Everyone seemed to be getting along. Except me. My eyes kept dashing to the gate anytime someone made an entrance.

Where could she be? Was she still mad at me about the kiss? It was not that I did not want to; damn she was too attractive for her own good. But I was not sure if she was into PDA? I did not wish to choke her. Or force her into doing what...