Hi, everyone!!!

How are you all doing? It's been a while. Actually, it's been more than a while and I believe you guys deserve an apology. So I write this with utter remorse while begging for forgiveness.

I went on a hiatus without telling you guys beforehand and that's really bad. The next update after the last chapter wasn't supposed to be this long. I got stuck on that chapter and then got carried away with happenings in my life. Being a nursing student is very demanding.

But here I am, finally, with this chapter and two others as part of my apology. Actually, I was going to make it five chapters but I am stuck on the fourth chapter again. Not to worry though, I promise it's not going to take a year before the next update again.

To everyone who sent a message and left messages on my message board, thank you very much. Y'all made me determined to start this book again.

I hope y'all enjoy this chapter and the rest.

Thank you for sticking around 🤗🥰

P.S.: You might have to read the previous chapters again to understand.

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Chapter Fifty Eight

CYNTHIA

The bell for lunch rings and the Civic Education teacher leaves the class after leaving an assignment for each student to write fifty government organizations and their acronyms.

I'm still busy writing the assignment from the board when I notice John looming over my desk.

What does he want now?

I ignore him, making sure to finish writing the assignment in my book hoping he will be gone when I am done. I then glance up to see that he's still standing next to my desk, looking unsure.

"Yes?" I finally say, raising an eyebrow at him. He smiles hesitantly at me.

"Can I walk you down to the cafeteria?"

"No." I reply without thinking about it.

"I just feel it will be better for us to walk down together so if anyone plans on approaching you, the person will think twice." He insists.

I roll my eyes at his reason, knowing he is just making up excuses. If he thinks I will take his fake kindness all because I agreed to go on that date with him, he is very mistaken.

"Look here, John. Just because I said yes to going on the date with you doesn't mean I have forgotten how you deceived me for more than two years. If you are even a tiny bit remorseful, you shouldn't try to be having conversations with me until you have told me exactly why you decided to lie to me and kept it going."

I watch his face fall as I complete my words but I am not moved at all. Not a bit. If he's thinking of gaining pity, it's not going to work.

As I stand to leave my seat and subsequently the classroom, I find that most of the students left in class are all watching me warily. I begin to wonder if it has anything to do with my date with Michael yesterday or my conversation with John. Whatever the case may be, it's their problem to deal with.

"Babe!"

I heave a sigh of relief at the familiar voice and glance at the window to find Grace looking at me with a smile.

"Ready to go have lunch?" She asks, beaming and I nod in response, returning her smile.

I nudge John who is still standing beside my desk out of the way and quickly walk outside to meet Grace.

Once we are out of hearing range from John, she immediately begins her questioning.

"What was that about? Why was John looking so down? I was actually beginning to pity him before I remembered what he had done."

"He thinks because I accepted to go on the date with him, we are cool and he should protect me by walking me down to the cafeteria." I respond sarcastically, while trying to be unbothered by the dirty looks the students we come across are throwing at me.

"Oh. So you finally decided to go on the date with him? At least, you listened." Grace tells me while returning a girl's dirty look with a glare of hers. I almost chuckled.

"Just ignore them." I say to her when I see that she's now just busy glaring at all of them.

"What the fuck is their problem? They are all acting like you killed someone." She replies just as we pass some girls who are busy snickering as they pass us.

We come across another group of girls who are busy chatting loudly amongst themselves on the staircase. And we can't help stopping to listen as I'm the obvious topic of discussion.

"Is it true? That Michael sent her an 'I miss you' message?" One of the girls is asking wide eyed to the rest of the group.

I see that information has been spread too.

"Yes, one of that idiot's classmates posted it on the WhatsApp group." Another answers bitterly.

I know I am most definitely not the idiot.

"But I thought he rejected her yesterday." One of them whines.

"I really hope he did." The first girl adds wistfully.

"Too bad." Grace is the one who cuts in with a smirk, gaining all their attention. They visibly recoil when they see me and a simultaneous look of disgust appears on their faces.

"He didn't reject Cynthia, he had to attend to something urgently and that's why he left in such a hurry. I will have you know that he's willing to clear this misunderstanding up himself."

They all visibly flinch at Grace's words and then without knowing what to say, they tap each other subtly by the side and begin to climb up the stairs.

"Make sure you tell all the gossips like you what I just told you!" Grace calls after them with a satisfied smile.

I can't help the soft laughter that escapes me as everything just seems funny.

"You shouldn't have wasted your time with them." I chide her as we continue down to the cafeteria.

"What do you mean? I was already itching for a fight. Imagine those self -righteous fools acting like they are better than you." Grace fumes, rolling her eyes.

I only giggle while patting her on the back to calm her down, something that makes her start to laugh and in the end, causes both of us to erupt into laughter.

We arrive at the cafeteria and the looks never stop. They follow us as we pick up our plates to get our food and as we walk back to our table. Some snide remarks and laughter follow us.

"Look at her still acting all high and mighty." One student that is sitting not far from our table comments loudly. Grace, without thinking twice, drops her food on the table and starts to approach the girl angrily. Thankfully, I stop her just in time.

"Grace, it's not worth it." I tell her as I grab her arm.

"There needs to be a scapegoat. Don't you think?" She asks very loudly causing a hush to fall in the direction we are currently heading to.

I smile at her as I pull her back to our lunch table, "I already told you that they are not worth it."

She huffs angrily as she slumps on her seat and I can't help the smile on my face as I watch her being all protective. She's really keeping her promise of sticking to me.

She stares in the direction of Michael and the guys' table and I glance at their table too.

"None of them are in school." I mention, stating the obvious.

"How convenient of them." She replies with a roll of her eyes.

"They are probably preparing for the party. It's kind of a big deal, you know?" I don't even know why I am trying to defend them.

"I still feel Michael should have been here right beside you to clear off any misunderstandings." Grace adds accusingly as she plays with her food.

"You know he is not my boyfriend or anything of that sort, right?"

"Still doesn't excuse anything." She replies grudgingly and then looks up at me. "What do you think he is going to tell you at the party today?"

"I really have no id-" I gasp as I suddenly feel the coolness of some liquid on my head. Soon, my hair is dripping of what is definitely coca-cola and I glance down at my now stained clothes.

The look of surprise on Grace's face only fuels my anger because I already know who poured the drink on me.

"Take that, you whore!"

And hearing her voice infuriates me even more.

"Who do you think you are to go on a date with my boyfriend?!" She screams.

I grab my glass of water - regretting my decision to not get a soft drink - and stand from my seat. Grace also gets up from where she's sitting but I don't look at her. I turn around and splash the water in Dorcas' face and watch her shriek in surprise.

I'm not aware of Chika and Cat's presence until they rush towards her and try to calm her down.

Watching them react that way because I poured water on her does only little to ease my anger so I raise my hand to slap her.

I'm however stopped by Grace as she holds my hand and shakes her head gently, "No, don't hit her. She deserves it but don't."

I glance at her before dropping my hand and throwing hard glares at all of them.

"The sooner you get it in your skull that you and Michael are over, the better it is for you. And the next time you pull this nonsense, you won't get away with just water in your face." I warn her sternly and Dorcas shoots me the hardest glare yet.

"She should have just poured the chilli powder on you instead. You wouldn't be running your mouth now." Chika says bitterly and Cat glares at me too.

Chilli powder? Seriously?

"All of you really are disgusting. I wonder how and why the boys ever got involved with you. You all are meant to be in a mental hospital." Grace spits at them.

"They really need to check their mental health. I'm pretty sure there is something wrong with their brain."

"That's enough." John suddenly cuts in, appearing out of nowhere. His voice booming all over the cafeteria since it has fallen silent. "Cynthia, you should go clean yourself up."

What the fuck??

I look at him with a bewildered expression. He is in no position to tell me what to do right now.

Dorcas scoffs and gives him a disgusting look, "Why are you suddenly acting like you're manly?" She asks with annoyance. "You couldn't even get her to date you and because of that, she's going after my boyfriend."

John looks at her like she is dirt that he wants to get rid off, "You should have done a better job of keeping your boyfriend instead of meddling with things that aren't any of your business." He replies coldly.

Dorcas stares at him shocked, her mouth opening and closing like that of a fish that has just been taken out of water.

"Cynthia, let's just go and get you cleaned up." Grace finally says, ignoring both John and Dorcas and starts to pull me towards the restroom.

"Cynthia, are you fine?" John calls after me but my only response is a roll of my eyes. He is really trying too hard.

Dorcas seems to have finally gotten her voice because she huffs in disbelief, "What do you mean I didn't do a better job in keeping my boyfriend? You know nothing, absolutely nothing about my relationship."

"Get over it." A female student shouts amongst those that are in the cafeteria and the other students chuckle.

Grace snickers beside me and despite the situation, I can't help grinning. I guess there are actually a lot of people who don't like her, even though they were all just against me before everything happened.

We get to the girls' restroom and Grace brings out my handkerchief and wets it to dab at my stained shirt.

"I'm having a strong feeling of déjà vu right now." She says with a smile.

"That's because this has actually happened before." I reply then sigh. "Today has been really tiring."

"It isn't actually half as bad as I thought it would be." She replies and wipes my face and then my hair with the handkerchief. "I think it would be better for you to leave your hair down so it can get dry. You should probably wash it when you get home."

"I know, right?" I reply tiredly and ease it out of the bun.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and smile, wondering how Michael would react if he sees what his 'girlfriend' had done to me.

"I know you're in love and all that but don't just start smiling like that without a known reason, it's kinda freaky." Grace comments.

"What should we do now?"

"Well, everyone now has even more things to laugh and make fun of. Going back to classes is going to be real hard work."

"I don't care about all that really, but what do you suggest?"

"Should we just skip school? Today is Friday so we have just one period left for school to end anyways. We could get our hair done and pick up the clothes I chose from my mum's boutique in preparation for the party." She says excitedly.

"I'm going to end up attending that party, ain't I?"

"There's no doubt about that."

"But I don't think skipping school is a really good idea and I haven't really told Nanny about the party."

"I'll talk to her on your behalf." She replies.

"What of your mum? Where will you tell her that you're going?" I ask, regarding the party

"I already told her I'd be sleeping over at your place."

"Where are the clothes?"

"At my place."

"What will your mum say when she sees us out of school?"

"There won't be anyone at home. My mum will be in the boutique and the twins will still be at school."

"Where will we be doing our hair?"

"You can just wash your hair and blow dry it and then straighten so Michael can get blown away when he sees you." She says with a wink. "And I can do the same with my hair too so we can have the same hairstyle, I even chose matching clothes." She adds and I sigh, not knowing any more question to ask her.

"So, we are really doing this?"

"Yeah. We'll just go through the boys' secret route out of school."

"I really hope we don't get caught."

"Don't worry, we won't." She replies excitedly. "Meet you at the wall in- fifteen minutes."

"Yes." I reply resignedly.

"Good then. Let's go."

***

"I thought you said we are going to get our hair done at your place." I say as Lanre drives us into the compound.

We had arrived back at the school entrance from her place just in time for our ride and we only got to take the clothes.

"I realized we still have a lot of time before the party. This is just eighteen minutes to two and the party starts by ten pm." She replies.

"Which party? I want to go too." Sam suddenly speaks and we both look at him and then at each other. I've forgotten that he is in the car with us.

"You can't go. It's not a party for kids." Grace replies and Sam's expression quickly changes to one of disappointment.

"Don't worry, we'll go together." I quickly add and his face lights up. Grace throws me a questioning look but I ignore it.

Sam is the first person to get down and he bounces happily towards the front door, singing 'I'm going to a party' to himself.

"Why did you say that to him?" Grace asks as we step out of the school.

"He'd be asleep before the party even begins, there's no need to stress yourself with trying to please him because he definitely can't go. Just let him think he's going." I explain and she narrows her eyes at me.

"Tsk, tsk. You really are one heck of a big sister."

"I just try to choose the easier path and besides, you should be thanking me. You don't know how dramatic Sam can get if things don't go his way, I actually helped you."

"Thank you very much, ma." She replies with mock respect and even attempts a bow but I try to slap her butt instead. She quickly stands upright and tries to open the door with her hand that isn't carrying any bag.

"Welcome, darlings." Nanny's soothing voice greets and I suddenly feel like receiving a warm embrace from her.

I see her seated in the sitting room and I rush towards her to give her a hug which she returns with a chuckle.

"Look at you acting like a baby." She mentions with clear amusement but I only snuggle further into her warmth.

"You don't hug me enough nowadays." I mumble and she responds by even pulling me closer.

"I want a hug too." Grace adds and suddenly, I feel another arm wrapped around me.

After a while, Nanny drops her hands from around me and pinches my cheek. She glances at Grace too with a smile.

"How are you girls doing?"

"We're fine, Nanny." Grace replies.

Nanny nods and then stares pointedly at the bag in Grace's hands.

"What's in that?"

Grace and I exchange looks before she replies, "They're clothes."

"Oh, you're sleeping over today again, right?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Tell her about the party." I quickly mouth to Grace but she doesn't seems to understand.

"Tell her about the party." I mouth again and she gets it this time.

"Nanny?" She calls, her voice suddenly sounding unsure.

"Yes, dear?"

"We both have something to ask you."

Nanny gives me a look, "Really?" She asks and I nod in response.

"Yes, Nanny." Grace replies. "The truth is we've been invited to a party. It's actually Michael's party and we are kind of close so he insists that we must be present at the party."

"Does it have anything to do with the party Sam just told me he is going to?" She asks with a smile and Grace chuckles.

"We told him that so he won't throw tantrums." I reply sheepishly.

"Nanny, can we go to the party?" Grace asks with a pout.

"Remember what happened the last time you went to a party." Nanny asks with a raised eyebrow.

"That's over two years ago, Nanny. I can take care of myself better now." I try to convince her.

"And I will be right beside her throughout, nothing is going to happen to her." Grace adds, batting her lashes for effect.

Nanny glances at Grace unconvincingly and shakes her head, "I really am not sure about this."

"It's at Michael's place." Grace quickly adds that detail and it seems to grab her attention. "I'm sure Michael won't allow anything happen to her."

"So this party is at Michael's place?" She asks again and we both nod in confirmation.

She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, having an internal battle, "Alright." She finally responds. Grace and I can't contain our excitement as we both start to squeal.

"But you both have to take care of each other."

We both nod enthusiastically at that.

"When is the party?"

Grace and I exchange anxious looks. Will Nanny not change her mind once she finds out the party is in the middle of the night?

"What do I say?" Grace tries to ask with facial gestures.

"I don't know." I shrug in response.

"What are you girls doing?" Nanny asks, glancing at us with amusement.

Grace clears her throat and replies, "It's by 10pm."

Nanny gives us a blank look before she finally looks like she understands. "Oh, the party ends by 10pm?"

"No, it starts by 10pm." I answer quietly.

"And it ends when?"

"It's till dawn but it doesn't mean it's necessary for us to be there till dawn, we can always leave before then." Grace explains and then there is silence, no one speaks for a while.

Grace and I keep exchanging worried looks as we wait for Nanny to speak.

"I'm sorry girls but I can't allow you to go." She shakes her head and I don't bother hiding my disappointment. Grace looks devastated, she has been looking forward to the party since they told us at the stadium.

"Nanny, please. This is the first time for me to experience a school thrown party since it was ruined for me two years ago. And it's not just any party, it's organized by Michael and his friends. You know how Michael has bodyguards so it'll be safer." I say in persuasion but she doesn't say anything.

"You've always wanted me to mingle and socialize and make more friends. I can actually do that if you give us the permission to go. I really, really want to go this party ." I add but she still doesn't say anything.

"Nanny, please. I also really want to go." Grace pleads and even rubs her hands together for effect.

I decide to join her in pleading with our hands and soon, we are both giving her hopeful looks and rubbing our palms together.

"Alright." Nanny finally gives in and we both shout in delight. "I just really hope the both of you don't get in trouble."

"No, we won't." Grace reassures her and throws herself at Nanny who chuckles as she returns her embrace.

"Thank you, Nanny." I say with a small smile and she smiles back.

She then removes Grace's hands from around her and stands from the chair. That's when I realize that she's dressed up like she's going somewhere.

"Nanny, are you going somewhere?" Grace asks the question that's just on the tip of my tongue.

"Yeah, I have to meet with an old friend." She replies then turns to me, "Cynthia, do you remember the guy from college that I told you I ran into on the day of your sport's competition?"

"The widower with a child?"

"Yes, that one. He wants to meet and catch up with me. It's been so long after all." She replies and I nod.

"Ooooohhhhh... So, Nanny's going on a date?" Grace asks in a teasing tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

"There is nothing wrong with that. She should actually go on dates to forget about the chief's son since he already moved on so she can move on too." I say, quickly coming up to Nanny's defense.

"I never said she shouldn't." Grace replies drily.

"You girls get way ahead of yourselves. We're meeting as friends, nothing more." Nanny denies but Grace and I exchange knowing looks.

Nanny shakes her head at our exchange, "Anyways, I'll be going now. Take care of yourselves and Sam too."

She bends to pick her bag just as Sam appears at the start of the stairs, wearing mismatched clothes and glasses that are upside down.

"Cynthia, Grace, I'm ready to go to the party." He announces and starts to jump down the stairs. Grace tries to hide her laughter by covering her mouth while I stare astonishingly at him.

"Hey, be careful!" Nanny calls out as he almost misses a step while jumping. "Just walk normally down the stairs."

"What the hell is he wearing?" I ask nobody in particular.

"And why is he so obsessed with going to the party?" Grace asks too, now full on chuckling at his expense.

He reaches us and glances at both Grace and I then at Nanny but with confusion.

"Is Nanny going to the party instead?" He asks, probably noticing that Nanny is the one that's dressed and I let out a loud sigh.

I just can't with this boy.

"Yeah, I am. How about we change your clothes and we go together?" Nanny says but he frowns and looks down at his clothes.

"I'm dressed well."

"No, you aren't." Nanny replies subtly and lifts him from the floor.

"Nanny, are you supposed to take him along? I'm worried he might ruin your date." I say.

"I already told you it isn't a date!" She shouts as she heads towards the stairs. "The both of you should focus on getting ready for your party. I should be back before you have to leave."

"Which party?" Sam asks just as I reply, "Alright, Nanny."

I watch as she replies Sam, probably coming up with something that's going to curb his suspicions.

"At least we'll have the house to ourselves." Grace mentions as soon as she's out of sight and I nod in response.

"Let's start dressing up." Grace says eagerly.

"Let's find something to eat first. It's too early to dress up and I still have to wash my hair." I comment. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, let's do that." She agrees and we both head to the kitchen.

"Grace, Cynthia! We'll be going now. Take care of the house." Nanny calls out not too long after from the living room.

"We will. Have a safe trip." I call out in response and soon we hear the front door close.

"So, what do we eat?" Grace asks almost immediately.

"Noodles?" I ask unsurely.

"Noodles." She says in agreement.

***

FEMI

I glance nervously at the time for the umpteenth time, dreading as each seconds passes, reminding me that there is just about twenty minutes left before I have to meet my mother.

Michael and Wole have already done a lot with the preparation of the party, with me being hardly a help to them. I am zoned out most of the time and they didn't seem to mind, rather they just let me be.

I know they are all acting unbothered and trying not to concern themselves with me but I can't help noticing the subtle worried glances they both throw my way when they think I am not looking.

Rather than try to reassure them that I am okay and they should stop worrying, my mind keeps playing out different ways meeting my mother can end up in.

Are we going to make up today?

Or did she approach me because she needs my help?? Maybe for money?

Honestly, I won't be too surprised if it's because of that but I will be lying to myself if I say just the thought of it doesn't hurt a little.

She had seem so genuinely heartbroken when she had spoken to me over the phone while Grace was present, it couldn't have all just been an act, right?

Right??

Am I just going to end up hating her more??

Should I just not end up going to meet with her??

But then I had made that promise to Grace and I just know I have got to meet with her even if it's going to be the first and last time today.

What do I do?

"Shouldn't you start going now?"

Wole's voice brings me out of my thoughts and I blink at him, processing what he has just said.

"Should I?" I respond unsurely.

"You should go so you don't regret it." He tells me.

"You have about fifteen minutes left till you meet with her and you still have to drive down to your place." Michael adds.

I let out a huge sigh, realising he is right. I should start to leave.

I guess I am really doing this.

Wole approaches me and pats me on the shoulder, "Everything is going to turn out fine."

"I hope so." I murmur and try to return his encouraging smile.

I drop the napkin that I was supposed to use to clean the dispenser for drinks but didn't get around to doing on the table and start to head out.

They don't say anything as they watch me leave but I feel their eyes on me till I take the last step out of the house and into the yard.

As I approach my car, get into it and start to drive out of the compound, I repeat Wole's words to myself.

'Everthing is going to turn out fine.'

***

Everything isn't turning out fine.

In fact, it seems like the whole universe is playing a huge joke on me.

I stare at the haggard looking face of the woman who is supposed to be my mother. There are hardly any pictures of her because I had specifically asked Grandma to get rid of them so I can't seem to remember her facial features but I could say for sure that this wasn't how this woman had looked when she had abandoned me all those years.

But isn't it only sensible that she looks sick and weak after what she had just confessed to me??

"You have breast cancer?" I repeat, still unable to accept that she might be saying the truth.

We are meeting for the first time in twelve years. While driving here, I had imagined how she would look like. How she would be all emotional and begging for my forgiveness.

She was indeed emotional as soon as she had seen me, mentioning how big I have become and how she's so happy that I was fine. She had also begged for my forgiveness, repeating countless times that no excuse she could make would cover up for what she had done in the past.

Honestly, I wanted to hear those excuses. Wanted to know why she had left all those years and never looked back but there was one thing I had imagined that didn't happen the way I was expecting at all.

And that was her appearance.

She was dressed as well as is expected but her face? Her skin? Her countenance? Everything was wrong.

And when I had asked why she looked the way she did and she had confessed that she had breast cancer, it felt like the whole world was closing in on me.

So I had to ask her again. To make sure I heard correctly. To make sure my ears were not deceiving me.

"You have breast cancer?" I repeat yet again and the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back starts to flow.

She nods then responds, "I do, Femi." As if that wasn't enough to turn my world upside down, she adds, "It's already in the last stage. I don't have much time to live."

I choke out a sob, the sound escaping before I can stop it. Out of all the numerous scenarios I had painted in my head before I was sitting before her, this was never one of them.

She reaches out to grab my hand and squeezes them, trying to comfort me and I let her do that, watching her cry too but that's until I realise something and snatch my hands from hers.

The sudden action shocks her and she watches me sadly and unsurely, wondering what had gone wrong but I need her to answer my question. To put the doubts that are beginning to creep into my mind to rest.

"Was this why you contacted me? To tell me you had breast cancer?" I ask, hoping that whatever she says right now won't sound like an excuse.

When she doesn't seem to know what to say, I rephrase the question, "Would you never had contacted me if you weren't going to die soon?"

This time, I watch guilt flicker on her face and she draws into herself, her silent cries turn into sobs but she doesn't answer my question. Her action breaks my heart into tiny pieces and I keep myself from falling apart.

Instead, I push on. "So if you didn't have cancer and weren't dying soon? You would never had reached out to me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from breaking but she still says nothing. Her sobs become louder.

"Did you never care about me? Weren't you even a little bit curious?" My voice cracks just then and she tries to reach out again but I withdraw from her.

"I'm so sorry. I was curious, really curious to see you but I couldn't talk to you because I was scared you would want to leave with me and I had no power to do that. I could only watch from afar."

"Lies!" I shout, refusing to believe that she's saying the truth. "You watched from afar and never even made an effort to contact me? And I am supposed to believe that?"

"Didn't you leave because you had a new family and you couldn't care less about the child you had with someone you no longer cared about??"

She immediately shakes her head, "That's not true. That's really not true. I care. I did care about you."

"So why are you contacting me now? What's different now?"

"Femi, I am so sorry. Please forgive me." She cries but I ignore her and stand up, refusing to look at her fragile frame. Refusing to feel pity for her.

She abandoned me. And now it's too late.

I leave the restaurant, shutting my eyes, ears and feelings as she calls my name.

Not wanting to hear or feel anything.

Not wanting to feel like I am abandoning her too.

I enter into my car and take in large breaths, my lungs suddenly feeling too small.

I place my head on the steering wheel as I let it all out. I don't know how long I sit in the car alone, sobbing and crying.

Whenever I seem to have stopped crying, I would remember particular moments in my life when I had badly needed a mother and she wasn't there and I would start to cry all over again.

And so I stayed crying until there were no tears left to shed.

I glanced at the car clock, realising that Michael's party is about to start soon and knowing that there would be lots of alcohol present, I make up my mind to get to his place.

Alcohol might just be what I need.

...

How is this chapter? It feels lacking somehow but I had to include Nanny's part because it's an important part for the entire plot.

And the next chapter is party time.
A lot of things will surely happen at the party so get ready.

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