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I had gone on to win the competition amongst many others. My painting displayed and sold at the Art Gallery in Paris.
It was in one of the auctions, a year after I got to Paris that I had met Micheal, the first time I was introduced to him, I felt a stir in my heart that this was the man for me but we hadn’t conversed much.
I met him again when I was jogging in the streets and invited me for lunch that very day. We met and chatted over lunch, laughing all through and enjoying each other’s company.
We met occasionally after that day and a few months later, he asked me to marry him,I was at first skeptical but I prayed over it and finally accepted.
We traveled down to Nigeria and got married amongst family and friends, It was at my wedding Becky met her partner.
Paris, three years later
I walked into a cafe to order a croissant and a cappuccino, I had finished ordering, carrying my orders in my hand.
The croissant was packed in an envelope and the cappuccino in a cup.
I made to walk out when a voice called out to me. I turned to look at who it could be. It was from David.
We stared at one another for a long time before he spoke
“Hi,” he said
“Hi” I replied
“It’s been a long time” he muttered
“Yes it’s been” and made to walk out of the cafe
“Wait, Mary” he called out and I waited
“I saw in the news the other day at the Art auction, your works were sold out,” he said uneasily
“Yes it was” I muttered with a glimmer of pride
“I want you to know that I’m proud of you and I always believed you will do well as an Artist” he gave a wry smile
“Thank you” I replied, taking a look at my wristwatch in an obvious way to say he was wasting my time
“What are you doing in Paris?” I asked
“I came for a work, one of my acquaintances lives here, I came to see him on business”
“Alright, that’s great,” I said and tried to walk away again
“I….” He began
But another man’s voice interrupted him as he called me from outside the Cafe and I stepped out to meet him. He carried a little boy, who was sleeping with his head resting on his shoulder
David had stepped out with me so I turned at him to introduce them
“David, meet my husband and my child” I had announced with emphasis on the Husband. “Micheal, this is David, he was my boss back at my job in Nigeria.
David was disgruntled as he shook hands with my husband,
“It was a pleasure seeing you again, Mary,” he mumbled hurriedly and scurried down the street. “Is he okay?” My husband asked in french
“He is fine” I replied smiling and said raising my hands “I got the croissant and cappuccinos, let’s go home”
My husband ushered me into the car putting his free hands at my back, as soon as I got in, he placed the son in my arms and we drove home.
Becky is now one of the highest-paid writers in the world, she manages her own writing business. She had gotten married a year ago, she and her husband had both moved to Australia, and she was expecting. I couldn’t be happier. THE END!!!
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