A/N: Hi Y'all!
I've been wanting to dedicate my chapters to people but I forgot, unfortunately and I couldn't find where I wrote the list of names but I'm sure I said hi but if I didn't.....sorry, love.

This chapter is dedicated to each and everyone one of you.
It has been a smooth ride with you guys and I just want to say thank y'all for everything , from the reads to the votes to the saves.
            Thank you QUEEENZ!!!
Okay, here's the recap .

*Recap*
"Tell Lilian that the proposal is still on and I'm waiting.
And the names, Mr.Richards."
He said with a hint of southern accent.

☏︎Kayla's pov☏︎

"WAIT! What proposal?"I asked.

*beep*
          *beep*
                    *beep*

"Tswww." I said putting the phone down on the desk the folding my arms and huffing.

I walked out the office, running my hands through my curly 4a hair which I took years to comb, as I thought;
  'Who was that man and how did he know Mom?
What is the proposal?
And what type of proposal is it?
Why does the name Richards ring a bell?
And why can't I remember where I heard it from?'

"Ughh!!!" I groaned.
"This is gonna be a long afternoon." I said out loud.

I walk into the kitchen and pick two of those sweeet muffins mom baked, a chocolate bar and some water.

I walk up the stairs to my room and plopped on my bed but before I did that I put all my goodies on my desk.

Did you guys really think I'm a food murderer?
Like what kind of a person do you take me for?

I picked up my bed height table and put it beside my bed. Then I put my food on it and took my clear Amazon bed table and put my laptop on it and decided I'd do some detective work.

Operation Who is Mr.Richards is on the Go!

*15 minutes later*

"Oh c'mon!" I yelled as I read the 5th Google site which only talks about how rich he is or the stocks owns or that he is ranked the top best in the flower community.

       What I've learned so far apart from the fact that he's rich rich as in loaded is that,
He's been married for 29years and has three children; two sons and a daughter.
The eldest son is 24 and the other son is a year older than I am and is doing some course on something in the university and last child who is the girl is three years younger than I am.

What I found interesting though, was the fact that the eldest son would be taking over in a few months, in approximately 3 and a half months.

But none of this information was helping me find out exactly what I wanted.

What exactly is it I want to find? Your probably wondering.
I want to find out who he is to my family and there's only one person who knows.

I shut down my silver laptop then I hop out of bed with laptop and put it on my desk.

I hurrily walk down the stairs, walk past the corridors, into the dinning hall then into the kitchen. I don't see her in the kitchen but I see ingredients on the table so I know she's got to be here somewhere here.

"Mom?" I call out.

"Momma?"

"Yeah, Hun. I'm in the pantry."

I go to the pantry.

"Hey mom." I say

"Hey, Hun." She says, squatting whiles still rummaging the lower part of the shelf. She was wearing denim knee-length shorts and a hot pink blouse with her curly but short African curls slicked back with light make up.

"Mom what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm looking for my marinating spices, I can't find it anywhere. I'm sure I left it somewhere here when I came for the tomato puree." She says.

"Are you looking for this one?" I asked raising the white bottle with purple traces around the drawing of a garlic on the bottle.

She looks up at me with her light brown eyes and says,"Oh my-, where did you find it?"
She asks.

I point to the shelf I'm standing beside.

"Thank you sweetie." She says getting up from where she was squatting.

"So what are you cooking?"
I ask her looking at the stove to see a pan on it.

"I'm cooking Jollof *nodding her head over to the pan ont the stove* but I'm going to start marinating the chicken then I'll do the salad."she says.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about...", she says as she walks out of the pantry and washes the bell pepper.

I start fidgeting with my hands behind my back where she can't see them.

She starts to chop the pepper but then stops and looks at me.

"Is it about the nightmares?"
She asks softly.

She washes her hands and walks over to me.

"Jimena told you, didn't she?" I asked.

"Jimena didn't say anything. I know you, your Momma."

"Come on give ya short ol' Mama a hug." She says arms open.

And I hug her.

"You ain't that short." I say being 5'4 and a few inches whiles she's 5'3.

"Awww that's nice of you to say know stop flattering your short Mama." She says as she rubs my hair then down to my back.

"Its ok y'know. I miss him too, I miss him everyday." She says.

Its not until I feel  the shoulder part of my sweatshirt wet that I notice tht she's crying.

"Its ok Momma it's ok let it out. Let it all out." I coaxed, as I rubbed her back in the same manner, she did mine.

It took a few minutes for her to compose herself, then she broke the embrace.

She takes the chicken breasts and starts marinating it.

*Five minutes later*

"Oh uhm, actually I wanted to ask you if you know anyone called..."

"Called what?" She asks as she picks up the knife and starts cutting the lettuce for the salad.

"Uhm, I think he said his name was Mr.Richards."

She carefully puts the knife down on the chopping board.

"Where did you hear that name?"
She asks looking at me.

'Oh, y'know, some random buissnessman who was rude called, he called me an incompetent maid and all, and told me something about some proposal.'
        I wanted to ramble and say that but instead I said,
"A business man called, 
he said he wanted to talk to Lilian–you, about some proposal. And he said that was his name."

She mutters something along the lines of, 'shoot, i'm gonna kill him', or something like that.

"So... who is he?" I asked carefully.

I still wanted to know who he was and what the proposal was about. I'm not sure which buissnessman calls, personally,  much less to your home unless it was bloody important.

"H-he's an old friend of your father and I." She says looking down at the chopping board.

Then she looks at me expecting for an answer.

I don't say anything.

*Silence*

I'm sure she knows I'm not buying it.

She sighs.

"Ok how about you help me finish with the after we can talk about this, when we have a full stomach, okay?" She asks.

I mumble and ok and help her with the salad while she does the Jollof and marinates the chicken.

A/N: How'd y'all like this chap?
Anyways comment your thoughts.

As you can see I'm not going to be always posting (on both books) or doing anything on Wattpad cause I'll be having some important exams in November and I'll be busy but I'll be sneaking posts here and there.
#1047words
Anyways have a goodnight
(or day)

Xxx,
        Andrea
                     , xo