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Funke managed to open her eyes to see what was going on. When she was fully conscious, she saw Momore lying on her bunk, looking at the wall, a girl was ironing her dress.

“Is this how you approach every girl in year one, luring them to get the contest form? Funke replied. “Did you say lure? No way! except she is exceptionally beautiful as you are, he said smiling sheepishly.

That Sunday evening, Funke got dressed, took her luggage to the sitting room while she waited for her mother who has been saying how she will miss her when she has gone to the university, little did she know that the feeling wasn’t mutual for Funke, she couldn’t wait to leave the house.

“This one is so interesting that your ears will not be too itchy to hear mine” Bimpe replied. “I am all ears,” she said as they both took seats in her spacious kitchen. “Your mother and I met Funke in our first year at the university, she happened to be your mother’s roommate. To say Funke was a pretty girl will be an understatement, she was the embodiment of beauty”.

Bimpe quickly put on her clothes, a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, there was no time for makeup. One of the best makeup artists in the city will be on hand tomorrow to do justice to her face. She took her handbag and car keys, gave instructions to the senior maid and zoomed out of the house.

That special morning, she remained on her bed, tired and feeling sick. Funke’s eyes were red and swollen. It was her 18th birthday, but it was obvious she wasn’t ready for anything near a celebration.