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She was standing very close to the dessert table, looking around in while waiting for Clement with a glass of sweet and sour apple juice in her hands when someone cleared a throat behind her. She turned in the direction of the sound and came face to face with a smiling copper head, tall and beautiful.
'I bet he told you that he loves you,' was the very first thing she said to her through her pearly white smile. Chinwem lifted a brow at her, puzzled at her words. The copper head laughed. 'I am referring to the one who brought you here.' She understood then what she was getting at. 'Didn't he?' she asked.
'Why do you care?' she asked the copper head who laughed again. The lady seemed to really like laughing.
'I care because I do not want to see you hurt.' Her lips pressed into a thin line.
'Hurt?' she asked, once again, puzzled.
'Yes,' she answered.
'Clement would never hurt me.'
'I thought so too until he abandoned me at the altar. He never showed up.' Her heart stopped for a nanosecond. Was she speaking of Clement? Did he really do such?
'Why are you telling me this?'
'So you could be wise? I don't know. But I-'
'Sandra,' came Clement's voice. 'I haven't seen you in ages.' Chinwem noticed his face was hard, set so by anger.
'It's no fault of mine. You could have done so Clement, forever. But you chose not to,' she said. Chinwem knew instantly that she was talking about the unheld marriage.
'Sandra I-'
'Excuse me,' she cut him off. 'I think Amanda is calling me.' She turned to Chinwem. 'Do not forget whatever I have told you. It was nice to meet you Jade,' she told Chinwem before she left. It was very obvious that no one had called her. She had just cooked up an excuse to leave.
'Good riddance,' she heard Clement mutter under his breath.
'Who is she?' she asked.
'No one you want to know. Come along, mother wants to speak with you. I might have told her you dance at silver fire. I'm sorry. It just slipped out.' She sighed. 'Stay rest assured that I won't leave you to pacify her alone.' She forgot Sandra in the throes of this moment.